"Girls are squirrels, but boys make noise."

I remember those words over two decades after I last heard them. That phrase was a favorite of the janitor at one of my elementary schools and he would say it several times a day, most notably at lunch as he guarded the trash cans from errant trays and silverware. I couldn't pick the guy out of a police lineup these days, but I most certainly remember the words.

Those words imply that in his mind, boys are the louder of the genders.

Uh, no.

Call me crazy, but I do believe that girls are most definitely the louder gender. MOST DEFINITELY.

It's the screaming.

Why, oh why do girls scream? I know boys do it, too, but girls. Oh, the girls. How they scream. And scream. AND SCREAM.

Today Alexis was having a particularily scream-a-riffic sort of day. A day where it was funny to scream. It was delightful to scream. It was necessary to scream.

Mr. Janitor, you are a LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE.

Girls are squirrels, and boy can they make noise.