Mostly because he loves it.
He dances. And skips. And sometimes squeals.
But today as I was changing his very soaked and messy post-snack attire, he was down to a diaper. I turned my back, saw remnants of a shed (and soaked) diaper on the floor and heard baby feet pattering off in a run around the corner. Then I discovered a reading, naked baby. And unlike some of his other naked excursions, no puddles!
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