They call him the streak. He was sitting on a little stool on the porch, enjoying the warm spring breeze and getting his hair trimmed. When his hair had reached the length so desired, he was stripped down (so no hair would get tracked into the house on his way to the bathtub). He escaped. Running and giggling. Across the front yard, over to the barn, and back again. Good thing we live in the country. Good thing he’s only two.
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Reminds me of some other little boys that would swim in the back yard and then hang their swim suits on the clothes line closeby to dry. The freedom of country living! In Indonesia, young children just swim in the nude - so I guess there is a lot of freedom here, also.
Nice! lol....
Ours does it too, you are not alone!
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