Thing One came home today grumbling that he doesn't understand sixth grade girls. I gather from the conversation that followed that one of his buddies got dumped today and that the buddy was dumped in favor of a specimen of much lesser worth in Thing One's eyes. He's come to the conclusion that the girls care only about looks and it's depressing him. He's not a bad looking kid, but his best friend wouldn't call him hot. I had to explain that it might be a few years yet before the girls learn to look beyond the superficial and that it's worth the wait.