difficult child, as usual, had his summer basketball shorts halfway down his butt, so I could see his boxer shorts underneath. I told him to pull them up. He said no. I told him again. He said, "N likes it that way." "I'm not N and she's not here. Pull them up. You can pull them up for me and down for her." Uh, wait, didn't mean it that way ... "I bet that's the only time you'll tell me to do that," he quipped.