A little while ago I was doing my typical Sunday afternoon thing. In other words I was napping on the couch. I was semi-conscious most of the time. Occasionally I was having close-to-reality dreams. Then Jonathan came to me and said "Jackson is not wearing any underwear and he has on his bathing suit." Huh? It is 54 degrees and raining outside. Did he really just say that?
In the mean time, Mark called and I talked to him for a few minutes. Now that I am fully awake, I call to Jackson to come see me. He reluctantly walks into the living room with an afghan up around his neck. I ask him to drop the blanket. He finally reveals that he is indeed wearing only his bathing suit and his socks. I tell him to go get his clothes back on. He reappears in a few minutes. I can see that he is putting his sweat shirt back on. I ask him if he has pants on. Yes. Underwear? Yes. Bathing suit? Yes.
Why? His answers have been: he wanted to impress me, he wanted to goof me, crack me up, and he just wanted to. I suspect the last one is the truth. He certainly did crack me up.
Oh well, he is not hurting anything, if that makes him happy...