Ode to Nathan

**This post would have been complete with a picture of Nathan running down our hallway with his little buttocks for all the world to see, but in this day I decided you'd better just use your imagination**

So we have been blessed with two boys and our boys are totally and completely all boy--especially, it seems, in their comfortableness with nakedness. Nathan has recently exhibited this to its fullest. Yesterday, I think I said "Nathan, where are your pants?!!??!!" about 5 times and I wasn't even with him in the morning and I was gone for 2 hours last evening. That also doesn't count the number of times Joe uttered those words. And so, in the words of Ray Stevens, here's my ode to Nathan:

Here he comes, look at that, look at that
There he goes, look at that, look at that
And he ain't wearin' no clothes
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
Fastest thing on two feet
Look at that, look at that
He's just as proud as he can be
Of his anatomy
He goin' give us a peek

Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
He likes to show off his physique
Look at that, look at that
If there's an audience to be found
He'll be streakin' around
Invitin' public critique

He ain't crude, look at that, look at that
He ain't lewd, look at that, look at that
He's just in the mood to run in the nude
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
He likes to turn the other cheek
Look at that, look at that
He's always makin' the news
Wearin' just his tennis shoes
Guess you could call him unique

DON'T LOOK ETHEL! It was too late, she'd already been mooned...

I'll have to see if that one is on iTunes....