My grandma said when I was a baby, I loved any excuse to get out of my diaper. Well, one day, during the summer, she was changing my diaper on the front porch, or with the door open or something, and i got up and took off running, so i must have been a year or 2 old. anyway, i was outside, happy as could be because i didn't have a diaper on, and the pentecostal neighbor girls walked by. she said they both turned very red faced, and shielded their eyes with their hands.
hmmm, maybe that's why when i get a few beers in me i have no shame
