Pants (Or lack thereof)

Logan has been potty training-ish for a couple of months now. He really likes to be a "big boy" and go into the bathroom by himself. He does pretty good until he has to put his pants back on. He can't figure that part out.
And so, when we are at home, he generally looks a little something like this...





It always makes me think of this poem:

Something Missing
I remember I put on my socks,
I remember I put on my shoes.
I remember I put on my tie
That was painted
In beautiful purples and blues.
I remember I put on my coat,
To look perfectly grand at the dance,
Yet I feel there is something
I may have forgot--
What is it? What is it?...

-Shel Silverstein