Emerson loves to play outside. In the morning. The afternoon. Evening. Whenever he can get "aaa-siiide," he does. Since the warm-up (and even before) he would tear at his clothes so that he can run naked while outside. He doesn't do this inside. At least not as much. It's like the Earth is calling to him to just run and be naked. So we let him.
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