I was getting dressed this morning while Erik was dressing Pete. I heard Pete suddenly scamper down the hall and down the stairs. My Motherhood Superpowers told me that this was the scampering of a not-fully-dressed child. Pete exuberantly hollered back, "I'm free, Papa! I'm free!"
(On the other hand, he's currently in bed, howling, "Mama, come back" over and over, so clearly his freedom has its limits.)