As we were riding our bikes this past weekend, we passed a guy riding his bike with no shirt on.

“Daddy,” my oldest said. “Why don’t we ride without shirts on?”

“Bugs,” I said. “It’s no fun to run into bugs.”

“Oh yeah,” he said.

There was a pause as we rode, and then he couldn’t stop himself. “You know what would be funny? Riding with no pants.”

“Can’t do that,” I said.

“No,” he agreed, “cause there are some girls that when they see a guy in his underpants, they faint.”

His little brother’s head whipped around. “Huh?”

“Okay,” I said. “It’s also against the law.”

“Why?” the big guy asked.  “Why is it against the law?”

“You can’t go out in public without pants on,” I said. “That’s the law.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” he said.

“It’s the way it is.”

“That’s a stupid law!” He sounded honestly outraged.

I guess I should have had an answer for him, but my mind was stuck on trying to figure out why he would be upset by the idea of everyone having to wear pants.