Look dad, he's naked!

We were driving to Canadian Tire last evening to fetch a few items needed as fall turned to winter. Florence was her usual bubbly self, signing and chatting with me in the car. At the last red light just before the store, she innocently mentioned "He's naked, Dad! Look, he's naked!" I, flabbergasted, as well as outraged, that someone would be out at night, in 5 degree (Celsius) weather, naked, and that my daughter had spotted him.

"What do you mean naked?" I quickly answered back. "Look, he's naked!" What!! "Look dad, he's naked, and this one's not!" I was breaking my neck trying to look left and right, and all the way behind me, trying to spot the pervert.

The light turned and I started driving off. Then everything made sense. "Did you see dad, that tree was naked, and the other was not! It had leaves!" Trees. Leaves. Naked and not!

I started to laugh, and did so until the car came to a stop at the entrance of the store.