The BOYS were on a roll. They had identified several ways of grossing women out. It didn’t matter who the women were – their mom, their cousins, girls on the bus, the neighbor…………. To their mother’s great misfortune, the older boy had spotted some frothy stuff on the floor with what looked suspiciously like two thin worms in them. This was quite probably what the cat had puked out. This was absolutely adequate material for the boys to gush about the entire grossness of it all. “STOP IT BOYS” screamed their mom, wringing her hands in exaggerated self pity. She knew that her histrionics were the absolute boost to her sons’ grossness attempts. It was a kind of game they played.