Alrighty then. The picture says it all... or almost all.
Yesterday I laid G down for her nap in nothing but her diaper because she hates staying clothed. She was supposed to be laying down, but I thought I heard a small being sneaking around in the kitchen (off G's bedroom), so I quietly stole across the living floor in an effort to pounce on the evil wrong-doer who was supposed to be resting.
I jumped into the kitchen doorway, ready to yell "I caught you!" -- but I was so dumb founded that I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.
Hello?! Seriously?! ... I couldn't stay angry or even pretend to look stern when I was laughing and running for my camera.