This must come from my wife's side of the family:
This morning, The Boy was hanging out in our bedroom while I was sorting laundry. I saw him making chewing motions, which could have been him trying to "talk" to me; but, it wasn't. I ran over and stuck my finger in his mouth to root out what it was, and... well, yuck.
It was a ladybug.
Doesn't he know that they're not kosher?