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This is why boys and girls are different.

Andy was in the guest room talking to his Aunt Tanya, who came for his birthday. I was preparing his toothbrush in the bathroom.

I went to the hall and called, "Andy Roberts, please report to the bathroom for tooth-brushing."

There was no reply, so I went to the guest room. He was sitting there on the guest bed while she packed her suitcase.

"Andy!" I said. "Come on! Time to brush those teeth!"

And here is when a little girl would have calmly slid off the bed, put her feet on the ground, and come into the bathroom.

Andy, however, leaned forward and put his belly on the bed. He hung his head over the edge of the mattress and proceeded to slide, headfirst, off the bed. He did not put his arms out to brace himself; just plummeted down like a top-heavy missile. His head slammed onto the hard floor and his body rapidly followed, like a pile driver. The impact was quite loud and I'd guess he's at least a quarter inch shorter than he was before he dove off the bed.

He then rolled over, hit the dresser, and bawled.

Like I said, a little girl would have just hopped down. The Y-chromosome strikes again.