not pants

For a little boy living in the Chicago area in the middle of winter, well, a distaste for pantaloons isn't terribly practical. This bit of logic hasn't hindered our lil' semi-nudist from decrying his need for pants on more than one occasion.

More often than not, when Kenny goes potty, he completely removes his pants, liner and underwear. Thus, when he is done doing his business, he needs to put them all back on again. This often takes some cajoling, and for whatever reason, intense negotiating over the sticking point of pants.

"NO PANTS! NO PANTS! NO PANTS!" he screams in between crocodile tears.

Consequently, we have to try to reason and rationalize with our lil' hippie with both well-constructed, logical arguments, and more often than not, bribes.