The Naked Butterfly
I consider it a great triumph if I succeed in convincing the Butterfly to wear clothes for a full day. In fact I consider it a triumph if I can convince her to wear an item of clothing, other than her shoes, for any length of time at all.
She is co-operative and willing in the mornings to follow her routine of washing and dressing after breakfast but the first chance she gets everything comes off! I fail to understand why it is necessary to remove skirt, t-shirt and panties to use the toilet. I have watched her pour water on her shirt, look at me, smile and say: “Off Ummy, it’th wet!” I have put her to bed looking cute in her summer pjs only to find her naked the next morning. She even takes her little costume off when she wants to swim in her pool. I have tried asking her what she wants to wear, yes I know she’s too small to really know what she wants, but I was desperate, she eagerly pointed out her hat and her “flower thoeth.”Fortunately she does not argue about wearing clothes when we go out, neither has she yet attempted to strip in public, but the minute we walk through the front door she sheds everything, except her shoes! I thought perhaps it was the clothes that were uncomfortable, but she takes off the clothes that fit well. I considered perhaps she was hot, but she takes off her summer dresses just as quickly. When it’s cold she would rather be wrapped in a blanket then wear layers of clothing. In the last balmy warm weeks of summer my little Butterfly has spent perhaps every day, barring Sunday mornings, naked! I have given up trying. I was defeated after much haggling, arguing and forcing clothes onto the Butterfly so she could go out into the burning sun to have a swing, when she ripped off her clothes in absolute discussed, ran screeching to the bathroom and emerged with a bottle of sunscreen and smiling said to me “Cream Ummy, Pleeeeeeeease!!!”I surrendered to forces greater than myself when after threatening, pleading and bribing the Butterfly went waltzing through to the Mauritian saying “Papa off! It’th itchy!” I have met my Waterloo! Now as the remains of summer hang desperately onto to autumns coat tails and the days become shorter our characteristic, stubborn and independent not so little anymore Butterfly spends every day running about as naked as the day she was born sporting her all over tan.
The Butterfly does not like clothes case closed!
She is co-operative and willing in the mornings to follow her routine of washing and dressing after breakfast but the first chance she gets everything comes off! I fail to understand why it is necessary to remove skirt, t-shirt and panties to use the toilet. I have watched her pour water on her shirt, look at me, smile and say: “Off Ummy, it’th wet!” I have put her to bed looking cute in her summer pjs only to find her naked the next morning. She even takes her little costume off when she wants to swim in her pool. I have tried asking her what she wants to wear, yes I know she’s too small to really know what she wants, but I was desperate, she eagerly pointed out her hat and her “flower thoeth.”Fortunately she does not argue about wearing clothes when we go out, neither has she yet attempted to strip in public, but the minute we walk through the front door she sheds everything, except her shoes! I thought perhaps it was the clothes that were uncomfortable, but she takes off the clothes that fit well. I considered perhaps she was hot, but she takes off her summer dresses just as quickly. When it’s cold she would rather be wrapped in a blanket then wear layers of clothing. In the last balmy warm weeks of summer my little Butterfly has spent perhaps every day, barring Sunday mornings, naked! I have given up trying. I was defeated after much haggling, arguing and forcing clothes onto the Butterfly so she could go out into the burning sun to have a swing, when she ripped off her clothes in absolute discussed, ran screeching to the bathroom and emerged with a bottle of sunscreen and smiling said to me “Cream Ummy, Pleeeeeeeease!!!”I surrendered to forces greater than myself when after threatening, pleading and bribing the Butterfly went waltzing through to the Mauritian saying “Papa off! It’th itchy!” I have met my Waterloo! Now as the remains of summer hang desperately onto to autumns coat tails and the days become shorter our characteristic, stubborn and independent not so little anymore Butterfly spends every day running about as naked as the day she was born sporting her all over tan.
The Butterfly does not like clothes case closed!
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