Charlie wakes up from her nap every afternoon, and new K goes in and changes her diaper. Before she even takes her off of the changing table, Charlie starts crying. She knows what is coming.
New K will put her on the floor and say, "Come on Charlie, let's go downstairs."
And then this happens.
We are mean, terrible people.
(For the record, if you were to pick her up, she would stop instantly. Of course I didn't pick her up, because I was too busy recording her.)