Heh. My son used to completely strip. One time we were at this nice restaurant with a large group of people and of course, he had to go to the pot. (Nothing triggers my kids’ bathroom urges like me sitting down to a meal in a restaurant, unless it’s me sitting down to a meal in a really NICE restaurant and trying to have a conversation with another adult.) He was still young enough to take into the ladies room with me and since by now, my younger daughter had to go, too (there’s nothing like the power of suggestion, either), I told DH I’d take him. My girl, went, washed, and I sent her back to her dad. But my boy–of COURSE he had to poop. Don’t want Mom’s food all nice and hot, now do we? He was taking so long I finally opened the stall door to check on him, and, oh, hell, every stitch of his clothing is on the floor. Socks, shoes, pants, underwear, and shirt. Not only that, it’s all wrong side out now, so I have to fix all that before I can get him dressed again!
How is it they can make you want to pinch their little heads off, and make you want to roll around laughing all at the same time?