Sheemee Is a Streaker

While helping The Madam settle on this morning's ensemble (I'm allowed to offer suggestions and she's allowed to ignore me), I mentioned that it's very cold today so she should choose a pair of fleece pants along with her Eagles sweatshirt to keep her warm.  She grew thoughtful and asked, "What is Sheemee wearing?"  Holy cow, it never occurred to me that she'd think the baby was fully clothed in there!  Why wouldn't she though?  Clothes are not only mandatory outside the tub in our house, they are highly prized by my little fashionista.  A day without a sassy outfit for her is like a day without sunlight for the rest of us.

I told her that the baby was floating in water ("TINKLES!" Jack shrieked from his side of the room) and that her sister is naked.  The look on her face was priceless.  Head reared back, eyes bulging, she bellowed, "NAKED???"  I told her that all babies are naked in their mommies' bellies and that they don't need clothes to keep them warm until they are born.  She was stunned, flummoxed and deeply suspicious of my maternal skills.  How could I let her stister be naked?  Hadn't I just said that she herself, a big girl and NOT a little baby, needed to dress warmly since it is so cold?  What kind of mother am I?  I promised to drink lots of warm tea today.  That somewhat mollified her.  I expect to be buried under every blanket in the house whenever I sit down until she moves onto the next stage in her Sheemee learning experience.