not to be a wet diaper, but...

The drama on the floor continues. This afternoon, I was getting Miles something in the kitchen when I walked in our living room to find a wet diaper on the floor. I'd hardly had a second to think about it's origins before Max (the aforementioned streaker) came strolling by, short-less and diaper-less. 

I'm certain there is also an accompanying puddle somewhere just waiting for my sock-feet. Oh, toddlers!