I Live With A Nudist

I’m starting to think I have a feral child.  She’s always hated pants and has now moved on to sleeping in only a pair of underwear.  Which is fine, because who doesn’t like to sleep that way?  Most of us don’t, but Char is rocking the tighty whitey underwear look.  But now she’s taking things too far.  When she woke up this morning she just took the underwear off and sat on the couch ass naked drinking her Mickey ba.  She insisted the underwear gave her a wedgie and as I left for work she still refused to put anything on.

She has gymnastics at noon so I’m hoping Eric can finagle some clothes on her.  I’m not sure if naked gymnastics is a trend anyone would like to start, other than my daughter.