Frozen Junebug

"Mama," my eight-year-old son said this morning.  "There's a frozen Junebug on our porch."

"Hmmm," I said.  "That's nice.  What's he doing there?"

"Well, he was crawling around inside, and I didn't want to share my food with him.  So I put him outside."

"I see.  You do realize it is 23 degrees outside?"

Bubba nodded.  "Yep."

"Bugs can't live outside when it's that cold. You killed him."

"Yeah, Mama.  I know.  When I put him outside, he took a few steps and turned around.  He took a few more steps and then he froze."

Poor bug.  He probably just wanted to get back into the nice warm house.  Next time my boy should share his food!