I swear my boys are the modern day Tom and Huck. They run around constantly with no shirt, no shoes, no friggin worries. I’m telling you, if they could, they’d work without pants as well. God only knows what’s stopping them from doing it. There must be some modicum of society somewhere in those Freudian Ids that call themselves my sons.
And I ain’t just talking in the spring, summer or fall, either. I’ve seen those two rip off their shirts in the dead of winter after jumping on the trampoline for 30 seconds (yea…I have a trampoline. File that under parenting error #657). Most times, it usually goes down something like this: