While eating corn on the cob at dinner:
Daughter: Mommy, how do they get the corn to stay on the cob?
Me: It just grows that way, honey.
Daughter: I think they glue it on.
While brushing our teeth this morning:
Daughter: Mommy, why is that thing hanging down in the back of my mouth?
(She was referring to her uvula and I honestly, I didn't know what it's function is until I looked it up)
Me: I'm not sure.
Daughter: I think it is there so the food can go down one side and the water goes down the other side.
Makes sense to me - LOL!
Also, did you know that some people pierce their uvula?
Now that's funny.
I also feel nudged to tell you about dAAve's blog, which gives me daily doses of humor. Thanks, Dave!
I am grateful that I don't have to take myself so seriously all of the time. I am grateful that I have friends that remind me. Easy Does It...
marie, the admonishment is so true!! my parents were not alcoholics but everything you 'learned' to do are the very same things i struggle with! i felt as if i were under a little dark cloud no matter how wonderful things were for me. i'm still that person but it takes work to realize and live each day in the Sonshine :)...i'm gettin' there ;)
ReplyDeleteI also love dAAve's blog :)
ReplyDeleteand that quote from the BB, "we are not a glum lot"
It's totally one of my faves :)
I always liked the word uvula. It sounds kinda nasty but isn't. Piercing of the uvula must be weird.
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