Once a week my friends would have a "no-pants" spaghetti night. It sounds more riske then it really was. The rule was you couldn't wear pants. Most often shorts were worn.
But Lster would have LOVED no pants spaghetti because he routinely takes off his pants and refuses to put them back on. (and he loves spaghetti) At this point in my life I really don't care. I'll ask him every 1/2 an hour if he's ready to put them back on. Most often the response is "no" and that's okay.
One day, he'll realize the social need for pants and he'll wear them. Right? Imean he just walked up to me and told me he pooped so there is some social progress happening over here.
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