5-year old son: Mom, how does that rhyme go again? You know the one that tells you what little girls and little boys are made of?
Mom: Oh, that one. Where did you hear that anyway, son?
Son: I think I heard it from one of my friends at school.
Mom: I see. I think it goes something like this.
Boldness to think of a world beyond pink.
That's what little girls are made of.
Courage to stand tall, even if you don't play ball.
That's what little boys are made of.
Son: Are you sure that's how it goes, mom?
Mom: Well, I think there are several versions, but this one is my favorite. Do you like it?
Son: Yes, I do!
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