It's a Draw

"Hey, Dad, come back here," Justin said, chasing me up the stairs.  "I'm trying to pants you."

Oh, I'm sorry.  Here, let me stand still.

There was a tugging at my legs followed by an audible expression of disappointment and continued, aggressive attempts to de-pants my person.

Dude, I have sons.  As far as you know, I don't own a single pair of pants or shorts that doesn't have a belt or drawstring...since the day you were born.

- 22 November 2012