No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service

Apparently I'm going to have to implement a "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service" policy at the dinner table. This evening, while waiting for me to serve her dinner, Rachel learned how to take off her shirt. Cue the music.

 Awesome. If she figures out her pants, she'll be running around in her birthday suit because she is also proficient at removing her diaper.