Naked Precision

Imagine Sumner standing in our good friend Suzi’s Brooklyn apartment. He’s in her sunny kitchen wearing only his boxers. He slips his hands and arms inside the boxers. He hands emerge under the boxers on his thighs. He claps them together in front of him (arms still inside the boxers). Then he claps them together behind him (arms still inside the boxers). Pretty soon he’s grooving: clap in front, clap behind, clap in front, clap behind. Ramona squeals with glee. All of the adults try to act appropriate, but we are all smiling behind our coffee cups. “How do you like my naked precision?” he asks. We love it.