Stop to Smell The Roses

Standing in my kitchen, I notice the backdoor screen is open. Mimi is outside, streaking the neighbourhood in the backyard. (and, for those who don't know, this is my backyard--- walking paths and people abound!) I grab a dress and head to the deck. Upon arriving on said deck, I see she's OUTSIDE of the fence, grabbing a football that Bear apparently threw over there. She's trying desperately (with failed attempt) to throw it back over the fence.

Me: Meems, please come get dressed.
Mimi: I'n getting the ball.
Me: Yah, I see that. But you're nekkid.
(still trying relentlessly to throw the ball over the fence)
Me: Hey, how about you just pick it up and bring it through the fence.
(tries about 4 more times. I'm still standing with the dress in my hand, as a random neighbour walks past with her/his dog. -- sorry, the person walking was kinda a "Pat".)
Me: MIMI! Just give the ball to Bear!
Seeing this as a better, less frustrating option, she walks to the gate and hands Bear his ball.
Me: Okay, now come get a dress on, please.
Mimi: Why? We going a car-ride?
Me: (giggle) No, you just can't be outside naked!
Mimi, very manner-of-factly: Oh.

Treks to the bottom of the deck stairs. Stops, butt to the world, and smells the flowers growing beside the stairs.

Mimi: Pretty!

Ahhh, to be able to trek around outside buck naked AND smell the flowers!? That, my friends, is life.