Our dear friend (who is a priest) dropped by today for little visit. We don't get to see him very often. . . . it has been about two years since we last saw him, as he lives about 250 miles from here. We were chatting in the living room, about the drawbacks of the iPhone, and the good features of a Blackberry, when my precocious 2 year old silently enters the room.
Wearing only a shirt and a smile. And I mean only.
Our visitor did not notice him, although my Monkey was prancing about, putting on a quite a show, but I was instantly mortified. My teen daughters, all lounging against walls or furniture, didn't notice the side show, either. No one noticed. . . . until I decided to end the dance show and escort my little Monkey out of the room to find his clothing.
It was bound to happen, right? Law of averages? Murphy's Law?