I have one child who I have to convince to get his hands a bit dirty and another who thinks nothing of climbing a chicken poop crusted chicken ladder in his pjs. I must admit I have a tougher time relating to the latter.
This was on a day when Eliot refused to come back inside, and refused to wear anything other than pajamas (every day) so I just went back in assuming he'd hurriedly follow me when faced with being outside alone. Nope. He promptly unlocked the coop and crawled inside and I could tell that he'd been awaiting this opportunity for some time.