What not to wear

Folding laundry, I asked Ruthie Jane to put away her pajama pants.

She insisted that she wear them.
I explained they were clean laundry and she couldn't change from one pair of pj's to another.

It was morning, she needed her real clothes anyway.

She walked away.

I heard her mumble, "But I can wear them on my  head."

And, this is what I saw.

She's a goof.