Boys, Balls, and Bugs

I've decided that I love all boys under the age of thirteen! They are just the most fascinating people ever and so adorable. Just a little while ago I went to one of Joshua's soccer games. Now, we're in Canada and more specifically Edmonton so all the boys, save three, are Asian. There were a ton, I mean clouds of mosquitoes and everyone was looking like they were doing some kind of funky chicken dance, wavin' their arms everywhere. Eventually one of the boys caught one of the pesky bugs and stared in wonderment at the twitching wings and convulsing legs. The assistant coaches' son Jerry, who's Asian, proceeded to talk about a kid in his class who had caught a mosquito and had slowly killed it, pulling of its legs, wings and finally the head. During the whole story, all the boys were completely engrossed in the agonizing death and Jerry's face looked so evilly gleeful that I exploded with guffaws. I'm pretty sure that they think I'm a little messed in the head. (not saying that I'm not but still)