To what end
A slide show of my Dad is found here.
I have a three year old son. My neighbor and friend has five sons. One of them is three, and one is two. Another lady down the street also has a three year old boy. One morning I was out on a walk with my friend who has five boys. We walked past the girls house who has one three year old. As we walked by we noticed the embellishment on her front room window looked quite strange. Further observation led us to realize that pasted against the window was not an interesting decoration, but a nude boy, spread eagle, holding onto the curtain rod above the window. Politely, we waved back to him and went on our way wondering if we should inform the mother of her expressive youth.
Not much later than that my own child went out to play in the yard. As I was getting shoes on my daughter my husband noticed a car slow down in front of the house and he went to see if our son was crossing the street. Our obedient son was quite in the yard but unabashedly pointing the way for passing traffic, and watering the ground at the same time. As my husband searched for the missing articles of clothing strewn about the yard, I took the liberty of giving the boy a bit of cover. This happened in the matter of minutes.
That very evening my friend with the five boys, two within my sons age range, shared that her sons were outside playing when they decided that, despite the snow and weather, they had become to hot and needed a break from the restricting garments. Her elderly neighbor was the one to call and give her the information as to their whereabouts and their doings.
I can’t think of a better thing in the world, when having a three year old, than to live near other mothers who have three year olds.