It’s true - we have portraits of naked ladies all over our house. And I never think to mention it simply because I forget that it’s a sensitive topic. No, I am not trying to force nudity or art on anyone’s kids - nor am I willingly forcing the ‘what-do-you-call-privates-parts’ conversation on you or your families. It’s usually just an honest oversight.
So this is my blanket warning to you.
If you want to come over for a glass of wine, milk or a mug of Joe’s favorite brew, you will pass a few boobs, an elbow and a rainbow-colored ding-dong depending on how far down the hall you go. So go ahead and tell your kids that we’re weird on the ride over – it’s ok. Or that we like elbows and rainbow colored ding-dongs. I really don’t care.
But just because you say ‘matching-white-shirts-and-jeans-on-a-beach family portrait’, and I say, ‘what, and take down a painting to make room for faces I see every day?’ doesn’t mean we’re so different. It’s simply a you say tomato; I say tomahto thing.
Now let’s take all our clothes off.