Quinn likes to take his pajamas off, by himself, before he calls for me to get him out of his crib. And then gladly calls out, "MaMa. Quinn wake up. Quinn take pajamas off. Mama!"
When faced with some snow he'd prefer to either ride his bike, play with a ball, or swing.

And whenever he wears a shirt with a hood, he insists that the hood be up.

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