Flash! ahhhh, he's a miracle.

Okay, hand to God, I just walked out into my hallway and saw a naked butt streaking by. I know what you're thinking, Ashley, you say, the girl is always flashin somebody. No. It was the boy!!! Freakin' okay, he used to be super... free. The kid would drop trou in the front yard and pee with such exuberance and flair that it was like my own personal Bellagio fountain. The sometime around Pre-K and like Eve eating an apple, he got all self-conscious. So now, NO ONE is allowed to see him in any form of naked. The boy even swims with a tshirt on. So, imagine my surprise when I turn the corner and see butt cheeks peeking out under a spiderman tshirt run into his room. My first reaction was "Crap, he had an accident." So I'm all going into crisis management mode. No, I walk to the bathroom and his pants and undies ARE on the floor in front of the toilet. Here was our exchange:

Me: "Whatcha doin' Bubba?"
Boy: "I hafta go potty."
Me: confused because he is definitely not currently next to the facilities "Are ya done?"
Boy: "Nope. Forgot my DS."


Sigh... He is his father's son. And all I could think of was "Don't look Ethel!"