It was late afternoon of the 4th of July. I walk into my kitchen where HH and the kids were diligently preparing food for our family cookout. Since my kitchen rarely sees this kind of activity, I stood there for a minute taking it all in.
That's when I noticed Reilly, or I should say, noticed what Reilly was NOT wearing. She was standing there with wet hair, wearing only a towel.
Now, I don't know about you all, but I'd like to think that anyone having anything to do with the food I'm about to eat, has their privates covered. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, it just seems like the hygienic thing to do.
That's when I established the No Naked In The Kitchen rule.
Reilly's response..."We're cooking here, mom...not going to a FASHION show."
Then, Sydney piped up, "I know what the second rule should be... You have to know how to cook to be in the kitchen, mom."
Trying to maintain some semblance of my dignity, as I was on my way out the door I replied, "If that's the case, I'm oughta here."
How in the heck did I manage to raise such smart-aleck kids? ;)