The Boy, is a boy, and where ever the is a boy there is a mess. This Boy enjoys a mess as much as the rest, but he doesn't like a mess that can't be cleaned up. I sat him down in the snow and he tried and tried and tried to shake the snow off of his gloves. Then he spent the next 10 minutes asking me for a towel. Because when he wants to wipe off his hands or his table, he asks for a towel.
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