Oliver sat on the edge of his bed, tugging a blue shirt over his tousled hair. He looked around for his pants, but only found his favorite plush monkey staring back at him from the floor. With a shrug, he hopped down, his bare legs and bottom catching the morning chill.

Mom stood at the counter, pouring cereal into a bowl. She turned just as Oliver shuffled in, wearing nothing but his shirt. "Oliver, where are your pants?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

Oliver grinned, plopping into his chair. "No pants, just a shirt and exposed butt!" he announced proudly, swinging his legs beneath the table. Mom stifled a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Dad peeked around the corner, mug in hand. "That’s quite the fashion statement, Ollie," he teased, winking at Mom. Oliver giggled, wiggling in his seat with pride.

Mom knelt beside Oliver, her voice gentle but firm. "Sometimes, Ollie, pants are important—especially if we go outside. But I can see you love your freedom." Oliver nodded, considering her words, the smile never leaving his face.

Oliver finally dashed off to find his pants, laughter trailing behind him like a ribbon. As he returned, now fully dressed, his family cheered, ready to face the day together. The morning’s mischief left a glow of joy hanging in the air, a memory to be cherished.