Arlo didn't like taking baths or showers, when he was young. One day, my mom had had enough, and ordered 12-year-old Arlo to take a shower. He reluctantly agreed, and Mom was content to hear the shower running soon after. 20 minutes later, the shower was still running.
Mom decided to check the situation out, and found Arlo in the bathroom with the shower running, alright. But Arlo was fully clothed, reading a comic book! Mom took the comic book, rolled it up, and started hitting Arlo over the head with it. She didn't get too far before dissolving into laughter (I found her that way, outside of the bathroom, and couldn't help laughing, myself)!
Maybe Arlo couldn't be blamed; Westview in the summer is a COLD place to be, and we all sported the "layered look"....many layers of clothing....and didn't like shedding the protective warmth, unless it was for a good reason. Among the nine of us, Arlo wore the most layers, they were like tree rings.