Today I was at school, and my friend and I began a strange conversation about a story he heard about a couple of parents from the states losing their child in Mexico, then later finding the child in the custody of a locale in a not so pristine state. To put it bluntly, the child was hollowed out, and stuffed with drugs to be carried across the border to the US. Also, the child was dead. Immediately after hearing this story, I came across a girl I knew from high school. She asked what I was up to and I responded that my friend and I were just talking about some parents who lost their kid in Mexico. I could tell from the expression on her face that this idea bothered her, and for the first time in a long time, my inhibitions kicked in. Rather than going into the gory details about how someone did a taxidermy number on the infant only to use its carcass as means to perpetuate the drug trade, I decided to tell her that the story ended well, because the parents found the kid in the end. My friend, thinking this was a particularly tactful way to get out of the mine field that was this potential conversation laughed quietly to himself. Throughout the day I’ve thought about this story, and decided to Google the story for more information. It turns out the story was really just an urban legend. Boring but relieving I suppose. Check this Google search for some variations on the story. This has got to be one of the more pointless posts, but darn it! It was on my mind so deal with it. The next time you hear about drug filled kiddie pinatas from Mexico, you can be assured that this is possibly an urban legend.