The Streaker

Last night after we put the kids to bed, things were okay for a while. There was the normal talking, but nothing unusual. Suddenly Squeaky started yelling for Daddy. He checked on the kids and called me to their room. Squeaky was standing in the middle of her bed with nothing on but her diaper. She had figured out how to remove her pajamas and had thrown everything from the crib. The other 2 were standing there watching and laughing