We loved to run around with just a pair of shorts on that fit low enough to show off our belly buttons. He had an innie and I had an outie. Not knowing what this was all about, I was proud to stick my outie out whenever someone came visiting. I have had plenty of butt swats for this, but who cares? I was just a rotten, shirtless, and barefooted kid who liked to start trouble and blame it on someone else.