Gardening with Macaroon

Had an interesting day today. Makena, Fins and I were working in the front yard, trying to get Great Grandma's
Hydrangea planted before its too late. While crouching down to plant the bush, Makena decides to help by pulling herself up my back. Then she proceeds to pick up a dirt-clod and places down my pants. One wouldn't be so bothered by having dirt all down her pants and in her chonies, but Makena laughed and laughed about it - clapping her hands. How could she have known?