Welcome to the Schroeder's (clothing optional)

A naked story
Once there was a couple doing their finances in the living room while checking out the window on their oldest three children who were playing with the hose on the trampoline. In their underwear. All is well, as it is summertime in Texas and skivvies are the attire of most people on most days. Or maybe that's just us. Like I said, all was well. Then the mother noticed the plumbers had arrived to fix the toilet that had backed up into the tub, unexpectedly- the tub toys could not be salvaged, thanks for checking. She cringed as she remembered the cabinets that her husband had ripped off the laundry room wall the day before, also unexpectedly, were laying in ruins in the grass next to the front steps. And also the camping gear from last week's trip was stacked haphazardly on the picnic table. She felt a bit like those people who live with filth all around them, you know the ones whose homes actually look like they are abandoned and then you see the owners still in their nightclothes and wonder what they think as they walk past that stuff every day for years and years-I digress-- and was hesitant to actually face the plumbers. Then she opened the door. Oh good. Effie and Ava were already on the front porch to greet them. Nakedly. Jimas and all. Then the mother felt a bit worse than those people she was thinking about only moments before, because at least they all had their clothes on. The end.

Actually there is no end to this story, because tomorrow it will be the mail lady, or the UPS man. And now that I recollect, the Schwann's guy has seen them all in various states of undress. There is something to be said for parents who can keep clothing on their children.