I was thinking I had told this story on here before, but I can't find it in my old posts, so here it is.
About 20 years ago, when my son was small, we had an annual family (wife's) camping trip to Lake Pomme de Terre in southwest Missouri. My brother-in-law was an avid fisherman and was very persnickety about his fishing stuff. We were sitting around the fire having a brew one afternoon when we realized we hadn't heard from my son in a while. I went looking for him and found him by my bro-in-law's camper. BIL had all his plastic worms in bags soaking in attractant, and Mike had gotten in his tackle box, got all his worms out of the bags and played with them in the dirt. He also had gotten in the minnow bucket, removed each minnow, squeezed it's head, thrown it out, and filled the bucket with dirt and rocks. When my BIL heard me laughing he came over to see what was going on and about went nuts. He had two girls. I told him if he'd had boys he'd be used to this kind of thing. He also had a john boat that when you raised the motor up at shore the steering cable went slack, and he was always warning not to turn the steering wheel with the motor up or the cable would come off the spool. Well, later that same day, my wife took Mike down to the water to swim and let him play in Pat's boat. Sure enough, he had to drive and the cable jumped off the spool. It took my BIL and I about an hour to get the steering back working. He said he was sure glad he didn't have any boy children!
Hutch