Georgia pretty much does, just what she pleases, when it pleases her.
A conversation I had with Georgia this morning:
Me: Where were you?
Georgia: In the front yard.
Me: What were you doing?
Me: Really, the whole time?
Georgia: Yes! I had the music in my head.
Ah, life is simple when you’re five. You can still march to your own drum. I know I ‘could’ dance/march/roll around the front yard if I really wanted, but honestly … what would the neighbours think?