Pants are Optional

Troy was watching TV with me tonight, standing in front of the couch, leaning back against me as I wrapped my arms around him and breathed in the "boyish" scent of his hair. When all of a sudden, he extricated himself from my embrace, walked to the middle of the room, and pulled his pants down. He then stood there like that, pants around his ankles, watching TV. My wife started laughing and said, “That’s your son!” I asked her why she'd say that, and she replied, “Because pants are optional.”

Hard to argue with that logic!