I have to admit that I am the auntie who allowed the boy to be pantsless. It just didn't seem worth a battle and so I consented to the young man's wardrobe request. At least he has the decency to always wear shoes and a diaper, sometimes adding a little pajamas to the mix. He maintains a mysterious persona.
p.s. I've known more than one pantsless cowboy in my day. Let's not forget my chance meeting in Times Square in September 2002.