Harrison has a new-found love for being naked. When he gets out of the bath, he likes for me to put one of his hooded towels on his head. Before I can get him totally dry, he runs around the house like a deranged little frog. He will come to a stand still only while waiting for someone to acknowledge him and laugh, and then he goes back to the races. We usually get a pretty good kick out of it. It's funny until he decides he has to go potty. Luckily, that hasn't happened on my watch...just Adam's. For some reason, when his clothes come off, he goes berserk.