The kids came running out of swim class this week and A shouted, "Dad, dad, do you know what little girls are made of?"
Me: I don't know... puppy dog tails or something like that?
A: No! Sugar and spice and all things nice.
Z: And do you know what boys are made of?
Z: Salamander tails and nails and all that fails.
Me: I've never heard that before.
Z: That's because I made it up.