Sunday, March 14, 2010

my favorite pantsless cowboy

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.

2 comments:

Hansen Family Blog said...

This post made me laugh. You are so lucky that he didn't take off his diaper and poop on the floor. I only tell you this because I have exprienced it myself.

Katherine said...

He has such a serious face, as a good pantsless cowboy should.