My little exhibitionist

We spent last weekend visiting two of my husband's sisters in New Jersey. One lives just outside Atlantic City, and one lives in North Wildwood.

Needless to say, we spent the weekend at the beach. We also went to the Rainforest Cafe in Atlantic City, which was just pretty darn cool. Sam has a few lengthy conversations with a baby elephant statue-type thing that moved and snorted every 10 minutes or so.

The best part, though, came Sunday when we came back from the beach. We were having a belated Father's Day party for my father-in law, so there were about 25 people there. Since we weren't staying, Sam and I just rinsed off in the outdoor shower attached to the house.

I stripped Sam's suit off, hosed her off, then wrapped her in a towel and stood her on the sidewalk leading around the house. "Stay here for just a minute while I get changed," I told her.

I climbed back in the wooden shower stall and was washing off my legs when I said, "So Sam, did you have fun at the beach today?"

Silence.

Me: "Sam? Did you have fun today?"

Silence.

Then I heard one of my sisters-in-law start cackling from the rear deck -- exactly where Sam would end up if she were to wander off.

I threw my clothes on and darted around the house to the deck. I found a cluster of adults smirking and chuckling.

Me: "What's my kid doing now?"

Cookie (my cackling sister-in-law): "Just watch Sam. Look, over there."

My dear, sweet, buck-naked little child was walking up to people, getting their attention, and then flashing them for all she was worth -- arms spread wide, towel flung out, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

I snagged her, wrapping the towel around her, and told the last person she had flashed: "Just so you know, these are my husband's genes at work right here."

Speaking of my husband, he said he started having horrible flashes of Sam, age 18, in "Girls Gone Wild" videos.

What's the craziest thing your kids have done lately?