James the Naked Viking

I’ve mentioned before my son’s Viking-like nature.  He’s a lover of life and passionate about all forms of stimulation and indulgence.  Apart from a general love of being naked, he's also  recently discovered what’s down his pants and how much fun it is to play with it.  The last two mornings when I’ve gone in to wake him up I’ve found him already awake and buck naked, dancing around his cot giggling his head off - clothes and nappy tossed to the floor. 

The conversation after that went like this;

James:  Whizzy!  Whizzeeeeee!  No pants!  Whizzeeee!  Ahahahaha!

Me:  Come on you.  Time to get dressed.

James: No.  Whizzy.

Me:  No whizzy.  Pants.

James:  Nooooo.  *mournfully*  Whizzeeeeeee.  NO pants.  NO!
Me:  James, it's too cold.  You have to wear pants.
James: Cold?
Me: Yes, cold.  You're going to freeze.
James *frowning*  No cold.  *hopefully*  Hat?
Me: No hat!  Clothes!

*struggle to reclothe my son*

I probably wouldn’t be so worried if he was toilet trained and it wasn’t getting down to -7°C at night.  Tonight when I went in to do my usual check before going to bed myself I discovered that James has found a new way to maximise his naked time.  Toss his gear before he even falls asleep.