Naked Tuesday

she is my sunshine, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

It's HOT here.

H.

O.

T.

HOT.

But as the temperature climbs in this barn we call home, it's nothing compared to the place I'm headed.

There is a special corner of Hell reserved for parents like me. A place where for all eternity your three-year-old know-it-all answers the door stark naked and shakes the hand of the Queen of England, managing in the process to besmear her in sticky jam.

It's a place where every day is Sunday dinner with your great grandmother, and your vociferous little preschooler perfectly articulates every four-letter world known to man while shooting peas from her nose.

It's reserved for parents who for some stupid reason let their toddlers watch "Little Miss Sunshine."

It is reserved for parents who hold their breath as the next morning said child, over breakfast cereal, announces that the grandfather doesn't like the "boring" chicken. (whew).

And it's reserved for parents who consider buying Rick James' Street Songs (delux edition) with three versions of "Superfreak" because she loves dancing (and growling) "like Little Miss Sunshine."

"Mommy. Can I put my dress back on so I can take it off like Little Miss Sunshine?"

"Are you sure you want to do that honey? It's REALLY hot in here."