Not the prison kind.
Though most days, especially if it's cold and snowy out and we're not going anywhere, I don't even fool with "real" clothes for him. We're all about the footie pajamas.
When I do try to get him really dressed, he does only what I can describe as the "alligator death roll."
It looks quite similar to this.
He's impossible. But he's dang cute.
Today, I made pecan pralines in my bathrobe at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
I blame pregnancy.