Taylor is getting much better at removing her own clothes, to our dismay at times. For example, the other day at Wal-Mart while she’s sitting in the buggy and I’m talking to the pharmacist, a lady behind me says “umm, Daddy …” and I turn to see Taylor throwing her shirt on the floor.
Anyways, here she is pulling her shirt behind her head, which usually preceeds her chasing me around. This stripping-then-chasing-boys will end. Quickly.
