I babysit my 15 month old nephew during the week. Yesterday I'm changing his diaper, I get his old one off and he decides he's done and starts trying to crawl away, fighting me and giggling, rolling over. I fought back, laughing at him the whole time and finally raised my voice and said, "Look, your dada's going to be home soon and ONE of us HAS to have pants on or this is going to look sick!" So he rolled over and let me finish getting him dressed. True Story.