The Gift of "Naka-Taka-Miewing"

One summer day in 1994 my two and one-half year old daughter went streaking. Hyped up on that exhilarated toddler "clean and wanting to be free" feeling, she wriggled out of my arms as I was toweling her off after a mid afternoon bath.I was on my knees when this happened and by the time I'd made it to my feet in an effort to chase her down, I heard the front screen door open....more