We're going streaking

Last night N was home because all the colleges in town were cancelled. After 40 or so roof collapses, they decided to cancel all schools. Apparently for the two weeks of Christmas break no one could get on the roof of the college to clear the snow. Whatev.

Anyway, he was home with Zoe and I last night. I love to watch them play. She laughs harder, she remains close to him, she looks to him when she thinks something is funny to see if he's laughing too. She will chase him, imitate him and sneak up on him to scare him. She loves her daddy and her playmate.

We were all on the floor and having a pillow fight. Technically I was getting pelted with the pillow and N and Zoe were laughing hysterically. As Zoe took a moment to catch her breath and watch a little of the news, N pants her.

Within 2 seconds flat she was on the floor stripping out of them. Within another 2 seconds she was holding her shirt saying "off." I had no idea she felt so restricted in her clothing. As she ran around the house I fully expected to hear "we're going streaking!"

Thankfully it was bath night and I just started the bath water a little earlier than normal.

I just hope she doesn't get any ideas while she's in the nursery at church.

Or at the store.