Horses Sweat, Men Perspire, Ladies Glow: Boys Delight

Victorian prudery about sweating may have its roots in something physiological, but boys do not care about that, especially if blue is your favorite color.

It may be closer to the truth that the whole point of playground equipment is to cause mothers and grandmothers to say anxious things about falling on your head and spending the rest of your life working in the fast food industry, or in Grade 3.

There is a better use for rolling pins than rolling cookie dough, although that might be another case of pitting good things against each other.

It is never too early to start making friends, and one of the best ways is to recognize that you both pretend to like the same things.

"Hey, Gran'mama, watch this!"

(That comes under the heading of Famous Last Words.)

Bottled water from California, probably. Climate change? Are you kidding? Isn't it snowing in Iowa? Isn't it raining in Oregon? Doesn't the Colorado River flow almost all the way through the Grand Canyon?

Real men don't work up a lather about that!

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