Out of the blue, a semi-nekkid baby streaks across my living room. Surprise is an understatement. On one side of the room is Sugar almost as nekkid as the day she was born; and on the other side of the room are Sugar's pants that used to be on her body. My baby has learnt how to divest herself of her pants much like a drunken english soccer fan. Sigh! She's trying to do the same with the tees but luckily for me, she's yet to figure out the whole arm-out-of-sleeves and pull-over-head manuver. She's my little streaker and I love her.
Spice on the other hand has a different relationship with clothes. She can't get enough of them on. Her favorite activity is to walk up to the laundry basket and find something she likes. She then proceeds to drape it prettily around her neck and crawl-strut around the house. I've even seen her stop to preen in front of the full-length mirrors a time or two. She's attempted to drape everything - sleepers, tights, shirts, towels, diapers, boxers even gift wrapping paper. Everytime I see her crawling around with her pyjamas draped around her neck, I hear Tim Gunn's voice in my head. (Don't know why?!) She's my little fashionista and I love her for it.