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?