My friend was telling me a story about her wonderful and boisterous 10 year old son . She, like me, grew up with a sister and now (unlike me) is the only female in a household of males (including the dog). The story was about about her boy’s new responsibilities as a cross walk monitor. It sounded like a great use of his big personality and a way to learn responsibility. As she was telling the story, she mentioned that his role was so official, he even had to wear a bright orange sash over his clothes as a part of his uniform. Then she stopped herself, realizing she described her hockey playing, baseball throwing son as a wearing a sash. She laughed and with her hands described this bright orange item as a miss america-like ribbon across his front. Girls with sisters call it a sash. To boys, its a uniform.