"Mama," my seven-year-old son said. "I ate some fried earwigs."
I did a double-take on that one. "What did you say? Fried earwigs?"
"You're talking earwigs, like the bugs, right?"
My son nodded his head.
"Okay, you better explain where you got fried earwigs."
"My buddy made them."
This is the same buddy who wanted to stick that frog in his pants.
I shook my head. "How exactly did he fry them?"
My son grinned. "When his mom was making pizza, he snuck some on the tray."
Unbelievable. I wonder if any ended up on the pizza.
My son won't be eating over there any time soon!