Benny has a thing with pants. Let me rephrase that. Benny has a thing with not wanting to wear pants. The child is so anti-clothing, Ryan and I are starting to wonder if he doesn't have sensory issues. So we started quizzing him.
"Benny, why won't you keep your pants on?"
"I don't know."
"Are they uncomfortable?"
"Do they itch?"
"Why won't you wear them?"
"I don't like to."
That was helpful. He is at an age where he understands the social convention of needing pants to go out of the house. But when we hit the door, having returned from the library, or grocery shopping, off they come. Along with his shoes, socks, and usually his shirt. Actually, I should probably be grateful he's consented to wear underwear. When he does put pants on, he insists on what he calls "sweaty pants." Maybe all adults should take a page out of his book. Why bind yourselves into button-up shirts, tight shoes and cinched ties when you can run around in sweaty pants all day? Or even better, your underwear. As a result, at the end of the day I'm trailing around the house picking up a closet full of small clothing items thinking, "is this dirty or clean?" Unable to come up with a satisfying answer, it goes into the washer, which is why I do mountains of laundry every week. There has got to be a better way.
|See? Shirt, shoes, no pants. At least our backyard is fenced.|
On the upside, Benny usually keeps his clothes on when outside the house, although I did catch him peeing on the landscaping at a local park. Ironically right next to the bathrooms. Fortunately, he's still at an age where you can excuse it and laugh it off quietly with the other parents also chuckling and shaking their heads. At lease I hope that's what their doing. They could be shaking in the heads in disapproval. I hope he grows out of it before it turns the corner from cute to creepy.