This past Sunday I was watching my son's basketball practice. After a while, the coach split up the team and had one side remove their shirts for a "skins" vs. "shirts" scrimmage.
The sight of all those scrawny fifth graders, with their long, skinny arms and legs was very endearing to me. They looked so vulnerable, so innocent.
A fifth grade girl sitting next to me had an entirely different reaction.
"Ewwww," she remarked, with a heavy southern drawl, "That's just gross."
Just. you. wait!