(Not really. She was just naked, as usual, and playing with me in the art room. Ellie is the one who insists on selling everything in our fridge at a table at the end of the driveway. On this day, it was orange juice.)
I also sort of decided that the sooner we ran out of orange juice, the sooner I could get them back inside and not be fearful of their hanging out down by the road. We've had lots of "stranger danger" talks lately.