The Kid has decided it's time to be almost naked. All of the time.
The moment we get home and he makes it to his bedroom, he strips of all clothing except underwear.
It's become a nightly event.
The Teenager thinks it's gross.
I like to remind him that he went through the same stage.
Of course, The Teenager sits around in lounge pants with no shirt.
I also like to remind him that's not much different than sitting around in your underwear. Lounge pants are just longer.
So at dinnertime, I have to remind The Kid to go put on some clothes before coming to the dinner table.
The Teenager is kind enough to add a shirt to his ensemble before sitting down for chow.
After dinner, it's right back to near-naked time.
For both of them.