My Father used to tell us that as we snuffled over Ice Cream or Pie or whatever he could find to throw at a crying girl.
He also used to tell us that he knew just how hard it was to be a girl, as he used to be one himself.
Then one day when things were really rough, he kissed his elbow and Kaboom!!! He turned into a boy.
But he could remember just how really tough it had been…
