I cannot help it if my kid wants to be naked all the time. I can assume that this may have started when we began potty training; using the bare-from-the-waist-down approach. However it began, now the little man likes to hang around the house with his little man swingin’ in the breeze.
There comes a time when a mother has to put her foot down, though. And that moment came today. I was not about to allow Finn to bake mini apple pies naked. So I made him wear an apron. Gratuitous, blurred-out nudity in 3……2…..1…..
I must admit, this is a lesson I have personally learned the hard way. You needn’t know the details, but I will impart this one piece of wisdom to the world; NEVER COOK BACON IN THE NUDE. ‘Nuff said.
I’m betting y’all are clamoring to come over to my house and partake in our naked-baked apple pies, right? How about another dirty secret? I didn’t even remember to make him wash his hands. I know. Gross. But we ate them anyway. They were delightful. I even went all fancy and made my own crust from scratch and put little lattice tops on those bad boys.
Just in case you want to make your own naked-baked apple pies, I found the recipe on Pintrest; you can find it here. If I were a bettin’ gal, I would put my money on the creative minds over at Little Bit Funky being properly clothed while baking theirs.
Now I pose the question to all (three) of you… Who is coming over for dessert?