More tails of Regan

Last Saturday was beautiful. It was a nice day, the kids were outside playing, I was enjoying a moment of laying on my bed under the ceiling fan. I heard a bit of commotion, and Regan crying. Ran outside to see her running up the the house, crying about her eye. She had hit it against the swing set. (I know, those things should be illegal!) I wish I could have been more compassionate for her pain, but was completely side tracked by the fact she had no pants on. None. Just panties and an undershirt. Outside. Playing. In the yard. No idea where her clothes went. No clue.