Over the years, I've amassed a certain amount of embarrassing knowledge working with some kids on Palm Beach:
One Christmas, I went to one of the local churches and was helping the kids get dressed for the year's Christmas Pageant. As I walked out toward the youth building, a group of five girls come screaming out the door. I stepped past them and standing in the lobby was a second-grader named Jeff, with an awkward "I-don't-know-why-those-girls-are-screaming" smile on face.
So I said, "Jeff, what did you do?"
"Well," he said indignantly. "I told them I wasn't wearing any underwear and they didn't believe me..."
Hmph. I had to encourage him, that, for the rest of the Christmas program, he should probably keep his pants on.
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