Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find a delightful creature called a boy.
Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and colors, but all boys are the same.
Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older brothers and sisters tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket. When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly, or else he becomes a savage, sadistic jungle creature bent on destroying the world. I've been told this was written by Alan Beck and was published in Reader's Digest in 1954. You may enter up to 10 separated by commas.