Thanksgiving in your birthday suit

Yesterday Lincoln and I were getting ready to have Lincoln's parents over for Thanksgiving and Lincoln sent Jake upstairs to get dressed. At one point right while we were in the middle of something in the kitchen I vaguely remember Jake coming in and asking for help with something and us telling him "we'll be right with you" as the two of us were measuring, mixing, and pouring.

By the time Link and I had finished what we were doing Jake was happily off playing in the kids' room and I just assumed he had figured out whatever his problem had been. Turns out he hadn't. He was just happily playing naked in the kids' room and no longer cared about asking us for help getting dressed.