She smiled at him. "I'd like that, thank you." She nods when he mentions remembering the word clothes. So far so good. Right? Wrong! Looking up at him, she has to bite down on her lip in order to keep a lid on her amusement. It takes a moment, but she's able to regain her composure. "Not quite. Let me help," she says, tugging the pants off of his head. "We call those pants. They go over your legs." She puts them aside before picking up the shirt. "Put your arms up," she requests, gather the shirt up. "This a shirt. It covers your top half." She can't help but grin at his eagerness to help.