I had heard muffled sounds of music and various thump, thumping. Not unusual for rest time to include some vigorous dancing. But then. The thumping stopped while the music continued. I set upstairs, following the the unmistakable sounds of the ever jovial "Wiggles," and discovered this scene.
Jane, stripped of appropriate cold-weather clothing, now wearing last-year's-but-definitely-way-too-small-for this-year swimming suit, shorts, and pink cardigan. And when you are all wiggled out, why not relax on a giraffe blanket and examine forgotten toys?