Peek-a-boo!

I wonder if this scout knows. Certainly his shorts are very... well, 'short'. If ours had been like that, in a troop where it was a strictly enforced rule that no underpants were to be worn (as this one also seems to be in), we could hardly have avoided going around exposing our little, boy-sized hoosies and barely-ripened and newly-functioning little plums.
  Our shorts were standard knee-length, or, at the highest, just above the knees, and so there was little risk of inadvertently 'airing the canary' - at least until, in my case, on that traumatic day for me at Summer camp, when I was grabbed and held with an older scout's arm around my neck while another scout violently pulled my shorts right down to the ankles - and then.....well, maybe that'll be for future blog. (I've already described at length what happened on other sites so I'm not racing to repeat it all again here, though it was some years ago. But if the mood takes me, who knows?)