Naughty or Nice?

Around 11:00 one Friday night, I needed to get gas and my teenage son wanted to come with me.  I was in my pajamas and decided not to change because I was just getting gas at the pump.  My pajamas consist of a Victoria Secret nightshirt with leggings.  Once we got there, I got the gas all set up and then my son decided he wanted to get something from Highs, which is the convenient store associated with the gas station.  Neither of us had cash, so I needed to go inside so he could use my credit card.  I had noticed that this particular Highs had just recently put in two tables, and tonight a group of men were seated at each.  Great.  As I reluctantly walked across the parking lot towards the Highs, my son said to me, "You might want to put a jacket on over your shirt."  A million reasons of why he might be saying that ran through my head immediately, except for the real reason.  I asked him why.  He said, "Read your shirt." It said, "I do Naughty Nicely".   I thought, "Of course it does." Then he said, "I thought about waiting until we got into the store and then saying, 'Nice Shirt!' to you from across the store."  (This was one of those good mom moments where you know you did something right along the way and it came back to you in a positive way!)