Bad choice, Pacman

My family has a long-standing tradition of leaving notes in the suitcases of family members that go on trips. I remember going to 5th grade camp (my first trip away from home) and finding notes rolled up in my underwear, toothbrush case, and scripture bag. The highlight of the trip was having a scroll delivered to me that contained a big yellow blob, with the phrase "Who will make German pancakes for us while you're gone?"

Last month, Heather went on band tour. Sage and I were drafted into the "notewriting department," and Sage produced quite the masterpiece. My mom scanned it before sending it with Heather, and included the artist's interpretation.

"This is the bad guy that won't let us read the scriptures. He has a mouth and eyes and hair, but he doesn't have a body or a bum 'cuz he made bad choices."

What this has to do with band tour, I don't know. But I think our next FHE topic will have to be "What is a body?" Perhaps we'll even give "the bad guy" a name. Or maybe we'll just keep sniggering about Sage's idea of a "good luck on band tour" note involving a satanic Pacman ghost.