'Fire' drills and going commando...

So last night we had some crazy weather, tornado warnings, hail, thunder, lightening, you name it.... Of course the weather only seems to be this bad when dad is out of town. Awesome. Thankfully this time it wasn't in the middle of the night but instead at the more respectable 8pm-ish hour. Reese, of course, was asleep. 6:30pm on the dot. So imagine her surprise when the tornado sirens went off and I flew like a crazy person up stairs to grab her and her blankie and then got the three of us all situated down in the basement. I was explaining to Ryan (who just thought she had gotten her wish to play downstairs) that this was actually a safety precaution because the tornado sirens went off. She looks at me and says "fire drill mom, fire drill". Fine. Call it what you will but we're hanging down here for a bit.

Thankfully our shelter is kid-approved with a sea of toys and a nice big TV for mom to watch the impending doom:
Reese got a second wind and was psyched to play with her sister but every two minutes or so, she'd walk over to me and lay her head down on the couch and suck her thumb. She'd chill for about 5 seconds and then muster up some more energy and continue playing with Ryan. She must have had 10 pit stops for rest in a 30 minute period.
Earlier in the evening (and I apologize as a select few have already been made aware of this story), I was cruising the internet, Ryan was playing quietly, and I look over and see this:
When I ask her to please put her pants back on she says, in the most deceivingly angelic voice you've ever heard, "no thanks, I'm too busy decorating". I then ask her why she took her pants off in the first place. She looks at me like I am a complete and utter moron and says in a very matter-of-fact tone....."So I can dance mom".

Of course.