Supposedly that's what little girls are made of, and little boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Well, the person who wrote that poem had never met my son. Dario Jr. went to a Christmas party last month and made cookies. He proudly showed me his work, and then pulled out the cookie he made especially for me. And may I just say, I am the only one who got a heart. Sugar and spice and everything nice. That is what my little boy is made of.