bedheadchicken

One summer, when I was about 10 my sister, our friends, and I found a dead butterfly in the back yard. We got dressed up in our church clothes (over the confusion, then protests of our mother) and had a funeral. My friend Russell Patton was the "priest" who officiated the ceremony. Russell later kicked a bowling ball rolling down a hill thinking it was a soccer ball and broke his foot.

The moral of the story? All kids are stupid.