Dad says I've picked the wrong season for it.
But I don't care.
I just like to get nude.
Then, when I am nude, I dance around the house and sing, "I'm a nude dude!"
Mum finds it ironic that when I want to be nude, I can strip myself off in a flash...
...but I still insist on a grown-up providing clothing-removal-assistance when it's time to go to the toilet.
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