The Indecency of Getting Decent

I find no joy in getting dressed. I find no joy in getting undressed, either, but at least at the end of being undressed I reach a point when I am without clothes, and that is when the world is bliss. As soon as I am sans diaper and cleaned, I leap up and crawl away as quickly as I can. I will even stop and sit in an attempt to show my loving-yet-ignorant parents just how natural it is to be naked. Yet I am constantly being forced into some inane outfit. No matter my protestations, I am not allowed true freedom. I must continue the good fight, however, for if I fall silent, I may forever lose my inalienable right of freedom of diapers.