No Pants!

One of our grandsons doesn’t like to wear pants.

Thankfully, he’s a rule follower, so he keeps his underwear hidden at preschool. But, the minute he’s back in his own home (or in our home), off come the pants. Sometimes, off come ALL his clothes. But, mostly, it’s just his pants that get shed.

He claims he’s hot. It’s the middle of winter in the upper Midwest. Of course, we have all the cozy conveniences of a modern house. Still, the frigid air and wind can make even the inside a bit chilly. I don’t believe he’s hot.

He once told me it was because he had food on his pants. He’s two. By breakfast, he has food on every inch of his shirt. His counter stool is so covered in the remnants of his meals that it’s a different color from the other stools. I don’t believe he’s worried about being neat 

He’s not a rebel. In fact, his teachers report that he’s very helpful in getting the other kids to follow the rules. He listens. He interacts. He’s great in a crowd of kids or adults. But, if those crowds are in his house – he interacts pantsless.

I think he’s just more comfortable in his unobstructed skin. It’s wonderful to be so relaxed, so unself-conscious. Hurray for childhood!