When I was a nipper my pals and I went swimming at the local rec. centre. We picked on some wimpy kid and razzed him until he left the pool in tears. Then, be damned, he went and squealed on us to his mother! She brought the lifeguard to chuck us out and pointed out Larry--major offender--who was

a) twice the size of the rest of us, and

b) reacting badly to the chlorine

"That's him!" she shrilled. "The big pink lad."