A few years ago, Rex was way too comfortable being naked around the house. Bc idk, he used to be a baby not long before, and an only child, and we lived in an apartment where there were never people around, I guess.
But then stuff like this…
MIL: THIS IS MY DAUGHTER KARENA AND MY SON-IN-LAW COACH
Old woman from church: Nice to meet you, what a lovely house etc
Rex (naked): I can’t find my Angry Birds socks.
Karena: GO UPSTAIRS AND PUT CLOTHES ON
Rex: But I don’t have socks.
Me: Get out of here, guy!!
Rex: Ooh, can I have a piece of cheese?
Me: I’ll spank that ass! (gives chase)
Rex: AAAAHH! (running away, one hand covering backside)
Church Lady: Oh my.
Something had to be done. I had had good results in the past with “shaming” i.e. not really actually shaming afaik, but pointing my finger and saying “SHAAAAAAAME” in an exaggeratedly deep voice. So I came up with a variation of the theme: pointing and hooting “NUDE!” repeatedly.
This I guess, sort of worked. By “worked” I mean the number of incidents of Rex strolling around the house naked decreased (probably due to him getting older) but it spawned a whole new set of issues.
Quincy (1 year old, pointing): Nuu…nuu!
My dad (wearing pants but no shirt): ???
Rex: She’s nuding you, grandpa.
At the pool…
Me (quietly): Listen, this is a public locker room. We don’t yell nude. Just get changed.
Quincy (age 2): Nude!
Rex: Dad, she nuded me!
Me: Shh, Quincy. Here, play with this lock. Look, it’s red and the dial spins around.
Rex: I want to play with the lock.
Me: No – you’re nude….crap.
Quincy (pointing at Rex): Nude!
Rex (to Quincy): YOU’RE NUDE!
Me: NO ONE IS NUDE! EVERYONE BE QUIET!
Coach Jr: haha!
Me: Both of you get out of here and let me change his diaper!
Coach Jr: noooot?
Wt: 172.6 ate pizza
Temp/Humidity: 75 F / 76%
Bench: 285 x 2; 290,295,300,305 x 1
Manta Ray Squat: 300,305,310 x 1; 210 x 6, 215,220 x 3
BTN Press: 142.5,145,147.5,150 x 1; 102.5 x 6
Snatch Grip DL: 300,305,310,315,320 x 1