I got a text message from The Kid this morning.

“I ate a cotton ball and my stomach is killing me today.  What should I do?”

Um…..you did what?

Yes, friends, The Kid ate a cotton ball.  Apparently he and his friends (whom I now know – yay!) decided they should celebrate the Finnish holiday of Pyhäinpäivä (All Saints Day) for some reason.  The celebration was complete with egg passing, attempts at traditional Finnish dances, and cotton ball swallowing.

The part about ingesting cotton balls is a little bit cloudy to me, but something about the oldest male present must eat a cotton ball to commemorate the eating of bedding to stay alive during Finnish Blight of 1728.  Anyway, The Kid was the oldest male present.

I can’t find anything on the Internets about actual cotton ball consumption being a part of this holiday.  I am unsure if The Kid, or one of his cronies, made this up. (The Kid isn’t even a little bit Finnish either…)

Anyway, should you care to read about his exploits, you can find them categorized on his blog.  I hope someone videotaped their celebration of Pyhäinpäivä, because it sounds amazing.

I really hope The Kid recovers from the cotton ball he ate.  But then again, it serves him right kind of.