Clothing is optional

Hen, in the process of getting dressed: Socks go on your penis, right?

Me: You sure?

Hen, holding sock to appendage: See. It stays on.

<at this moment said sock falls off and Hen crumbles to the bed laughing at the hilarity of it all>

Hen, chortling: It falls off.

Now the lad is running around the condo nekkid but for the socks on his feet.