Naked

Somehow Linda got it in her head that anyone that is missing even one piece of clothing is "naked." If I walk around the house on a warm day in shorts but no shirt on Linda will repeatedly ask "why is Daddy naked?"

Yesterday was the Broad Street Run, a 10 mile run down Broad Street, the main N/S street through the city. Our friend Branon was running and asked if we'd come out to cheer him on. Linda and I walked to Broad St. at about 9:30 and there were hundreds of people running by already. Linda was very excited to see all the people but was a bit confused as to why they were running. (I kind of was also.) Linda and I kept walking up the block and then running down the sidewalk in the same direction of the runners. Linda felt like she was part of the race and was really enjoying herself. At one point she stopped mid-stride as a shirtless man ran by. "Daddy, that man is naked" she said out loud. Once she realized that about one in every 10 men that ran by was shirtless, Linda felt it was her job to point it out. She stood on the sidewalk pointing and broadcasting to anyone that would listen "than man is naked and that man is naked and that man is naked and that man..." We got some very strange looks.