The BABY has decided that clothes are just the worst. First, she displayed disdain for socks, tearing them off at every available opportunity.
Then she realized that shirts sure are constricting and began wiggling out of them whenever I turned my back.
Her war with pants is at a stalemate as she hasn't mastered the button zipper conundrum.
However the toddler peels off the cutest of PJ's at least four times a night. While screaming for Barney, of course.
Maybe she's staging a protest imploring that I release Barney from the prison of the television.
Or perhaps she just likes being naked. Lord help me I'm dreading the day she maneuvers out of that diaper.