Pants Optional

I can't get Boy to wear pants. I'm lucky if he's running around with even his tighty whiteys on. I was travelling for business the other day. My flight left late, shocking, so I got home around 8:00. I was expected a little earlier. I typically take cabs back from the airport. I live pretty close, it's convenient, hop right in the cab and go home. I live in a 1950s cape style house. The front door opens right into the living room. I walk in, the lights are low and nobody is there. There is a door at the rear of the living room leading to a hallway. I haven't announced my presence at this point in case Mommy has attempted to take the children upstairs to bed. Suddenly, Boy bursts out of the back hallway. Yes, he's completely naked. Why should he care about clothes. He proceeds to go into a body builder flexing the muscles stance. Big growl on his face. Grrrrrrrrrrr. You know the stance, both arms flexing down in front with fists, to truly maximize the muscle tone in the chest, shoulders and arms. I burst out laughing. The beach is that way! I yell. This gets him to do the stance where both hands are over his head pointing to the side. An alternate body-building stance, my personal favorite. Boy of course has no muscles. He is a wiry 3-year old. Mommy follows, looking irritated. I have to assume she's spent some time trying to get Boy to put on clothes, at least underwear. Clearly, she has fought a losing battle. At least she still tries. I take my pants off in solidarity.