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