Rafi: Mommy, hold this.
Mommy: Ok, Rafi, what is it?
Rafi: It came from in my nose.
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February 20, 2007
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Omigod, I have SO had that conversation! Yick!
Posted by: Liz | February 20, 2007 at 04:04 PM
I dunno, we've had discussions in a similar vein, but we're not, y'know, "normal."
Posted by: Ticky | February 21, 2007 at 11:52 AM
My parents had many many conversations with us (mostly my brothers) about why people don't eat animal food. One of my brother's fondness for the cow's salt lick led to the rule that he could lick the one in the barn that hadn't been licked by cows yet, but he could not under any circumstances lick the one in their trough. Probably the clearest example of why none of us grew up to be 'normal.'
Posted by: Heather K | February 21, 2007 at 07:51 PM