I'm not naked

It was 18C yesterday. Hot enough that Alex wanted to play in the pool and run through the neighbour's sprinkler, but cold enough that I was wearing long sleeves and jeans.
I told him "sure" as long as he took off his pants and shirt and put on his swim trunks.
Ten minutes later he was dressed and spent the next nine minutes running around and soaking Henry with his squirt gun. Actually, Henry had the squirt gun; Alex had the garden house turned wide open. Inside of ten minutes both were drenched and sporting blue lips and a serious case of goosebumps.
Alex came in, stripped off his trunks "because they were cold" and ran back outside to play.
I took off after him, grabbed his arm and asked if he saw any other naked kids outside.
He looks around and answered "no."
Then Henry walked over, opened his towel and said "See, I'm naked."
D'OH
I ignored Henry and sent Alex back inside "to put something on."
Thirty seconds later he came out wearing a plastic Medieval helmet, chest armour, scabbard and sword. He was buck naked underneath.
"Dude, I thought I told you to get dressed?" I asked.
"No," he said. "You told me to put something on. And I did put something on."
I went inside and got the camera.

Funny fiction

My boss wondered why I had not phoned in sick. Having an urgent problem with a section of the newspaper she knew nothing about, she dialed my home phone number and was greeted with Alex's whisper.
"Hello?"
"Is your daddy home?" she asked.
"Yes," whispered the small voice.
"May I talk with him?"
The child whispered, "No."
Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, my boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"
"Yes."
May I talk with her?"
Again the small voice whispered, "No."
Hoping there was somebody with whom she could leave a message, my boss asked, "Is anybody else there?"
"Yes," whispered my four-year-old. "A policeman."
Wondering what a cop would be doing at my house, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"
"No, he's busy," whispered Alex.
"Busy doing what?"
"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the fireman," came the whispered answer.
Growing more worried as she heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, Ros, my boss, asked, "What is that noise?"
"A helicopter," answered the whispering voice.
"What is going on there?" demanded Ros, now truly apprehensive.
Again, whispering, my child answered, "The search team just landed a helicopter." Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"
Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle... "ME."