A Squeedly-spooch, it ain't...

I witnessed a collision today. Two three year old boys, running utterly amuck towards each other, with all the world in which to manuever in, yet they smack straight into each other.

One cried exactly as long as it took me to say "Oh, poor baby! Are you ok??" Then he was fine. The other clutched his stomach and said weakly, "That hurt my tapeworm!"

I wasn't sure I had heard right. But that's what he said. So I want to know what big brother/uncle/cousin told that child he had a tapeworm and charged him to take care of it?? Cuz that's just crazy. Even for here.