Mrs Chopper arrived at our place with The Burp in tow. We sat around nattering for a while and then the conversation naturally turned to seeing your parents naked, or letting your kids see you naked.
The Burp doesn't get around in her birthday suit as a matter of course, but she doesn't freak out if the kids see her wandering starkers from bathroom to bedroom. Fair enough.
"It's not like I do the cooking in the nude," she said.
"Of course not," I replied. "For one thing, it'd be dangerous, but just imagine the hullabaloo when someone found a hair in their mashed potato."
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