The funny thing was that at that point of my life, I was not too far removed from being able to remember being a complete dirtball, complaining to my best friend
"I don't know what the big deal is about having to take a bath and wear clean clothes for what? Just because my mom told me the girls won't like me unless I do? When I get older, I am going to wear what I want when I want. And girls? I think they are just jerks. And what is this pubic hair thing?" That was followed by the young boy's masculine equivalent of "Eeeeeewwwwww!" from both of us! (I think I might have been maybe seven at the time!)