You arrived home to chaos: your son running naked, paint everywhere. You laughed at Phillip's pursuit. As Mikey returned to your arms, you managed his diaper.

However, their brief respite was interrupted as Mikey reappeared, once again butt-naked, wielding a stick like a valiant knight. You chuckled softly, mentally counting down from five. As you reached "one," Phillip rushed back in, diaper in hand, ready to handle their little adventurer.

“Mikey, you little nudist..!” Phillip yelled.