The Nudists

On our way to soccer practice on Saturday morning, my daughter leaned forward in her seat and tapped me on the shoulder.

"The people in the car next to us don't have any clothes on," she whispered.

I nodded my head politely and thanked her for the information.

Two minutes earlier, my son had announced that he had seen a moose hiding in the bushes next to 7-11.

"No really," she insisted as we pulled up to a stoplight. "They don't have any clothes on."

My husband sighed and looked in the direction of where she was pointing. Expecting a "GOTCHA!," what he got instead was a clear shot of a convertible inhabited by two entirely naked women.

We had the longest red light on the planet.

Despite our attempt to maintain order, everyone had to have a look. My kids were giddy with awe and excitement.

"Those ladies better watch out or they're going to get sunburns," Kellen stated authoritatively as the light turned green.

The rest of the drive was spent explaining the concept of nude beaches.

"Some people are so excited that they take off their clothes before they get there," I explained.

"Maybe the ladies were just hot," suggested my daughter.

The kids' first soccer practice was memorable, but not for good reasons. But that's a story for another day.

On the way home, we decided to stop at the 7-11 for a Slurpee. Strangely, the moose had wandered away.

"Everybody out," I ordered.

The car doors opened, and my children exited.

My daughter almost managed to get into the store before my husband tackled her.

Inspired by her our friends, she had decided to go shirtless.