"No naked dance parties."

Wow, I'm that mom. Mrs. Lame-o. The we-can't-do-anything-fun-at-my-house mom. Buzz kill. The prudish, oh so dreaded party pooper. I mean really, what dorky parent would walk into a room where her/his children are supposed to be putting on their snow clothes and sees them all dancing around, in the buff, singing something about Snow, snow, we love to play in snow! and asks the most obvious question ever uttered by a parent, "What are you doing?" and then proceeds to make a blanket statement (see above) after they all respond happily that they're having an impromptu party? Huh?! I'm that fuddy-duddy (yes, I just used that phrase. maybe that, in itself, says enough). And you know what? I'm okay with that.