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  • Meeting her in an elevator haphazardly, as I did one fine morning at the Four Seasons, where I had taken my son and grandson to swim in the pool for a few days and shop around Beverly Hills for the darling little-boy outfits that Jewish grandmothers are always on the lookout for, I could see she was surprised to see me, and she asked, “What are you up to?”

    Roseanne Archy

  • Particularly not when he assays an entire role in that high, whiny, little-boy voice that he uses here.

    Marshall Fine: HuffPost Review: Arthur

  • I love her friends, lovers, and enemies, her plain, earnest daughter and her thoroughly little-boy grandson.

    Locus Recommends

  • And besides, Curt was young and good-looking with all that curly hair and that little-boy smirk.

    Whiplash

  • His singing and guitar-playing were awkward, but he had a little-boy charm and charisma that disarmed audiences.

    Peter Dreier: The Political Bob Dylan

  • I want him to enjoy little-boy things and don't want him to feel that he has to put on that big hoodie and wear the $100 sneakers and have that iPod in his ear listening to what somebody has told him is cool music, says Harpaz, author of 13 is the New 18.

    It's cooler than ever to be a tween, but is childhood lost?

  • Let me suggest that acquitting Yoo upon the legal analysis of a guy who hosts a comedy show (and is happy to point out that fact) is a sad reflection on the shit-huffing apologist for conservative tyranny that is little-boy pooter.

    Matthew Yglesias » The Yoo and Bybee Rulings

  • His eyes were clear amber, his lashes little-boy long.

    THE ORCHID

  • It's also funny in ways that other shows weren't, helped in that pursuit by such regulars as Eddie Haskell, the duplicitous little sycophant from down the street, and Larry Mondello, Beaver's accomplice in little-boy mischief.

    Tom Shales revisits 'Leave It to Beaver' (1957-1963) on box set

  • I wrapped my own arms around the son who sat on my lap and breathed deeply to inhale his little-boy scent — dirt and sweat and a hint of Tide.

    Devotional Stories for Mothers

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