I sit on the front step giving the bikes their annual tuneup. Jane runs past. She's shed the sweater, hat, long-sleeve t-shirt, shoes, socks, and pants that she had on when we came outside hours earlier. Luckily, she was wearing a sun-dress under it all.
Me: Jane, you need to put your shoes and socks back on.
Me: It's warm, but the ground is still cool and wet. Please put your shoes on.
Jane: OK. But you can't make me wear pants.