For those of you that know my boys well (and by boys I mean the young ones, not John) you were not surprised by #12 of the Anatomy of a Super Bowl Party. Others, I see from the comments, require a little more explanation.
My boys, Luke especially, find fun activities exponentially more fun if they get to do them naked. We'll save the implications of that statement for a later post. Anyway, we have almost broken them of this desire, but some things just call for a good round of streaking. Usually we can curtail this desire until bathtime or bedtime, when they are stripping down anyway. They get a few minutes to streak around the house naked, throwing in a naked butt shimmy for good measure.
But last night, unbeknownst to me and without warning, Luke comes tearing across the room in front of the television naked while chanting, "I'm streaking, I'm streaking."
So there you have it. I'd like to say that, had we had a real Super Bowl party with more in attendance than just the four of us this would not have happened. But I can't. Because it would have.
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