Minneapolis Adventures

When my brother, TheGoodOne, was about eight years old, he called our younger brother CaptainBasketball, who was then around two years old, a mouton.

CaptainBasketball was perturbed. He knew he'd been insulted, but he had no idea in what way.

Seeing our brother's confused expression, TheGoodOne explained, "A mouton. It's a cross between a moron and a crouton."

TheGoodOne was the best 8 year old ever.