I remember when I was little my mom used to brush my sister’s teeth and every once in a while she touch the back of her tongue with the toothbrush and make my sister gag. She’d laugh. It was one of those things that shouldn’t have been funny but kinda was. Like seeing someone trip, as long as they don’t get hurt.
Last week, as we were preparing for Monkey’s birthday party, we pulled out all sorts of party supplies to see what we needed to buy. We found a couple bags of balloons and we blew one up for Monkey to play with. We also blew one up and, instead of tying it, we would let it fly around the room. Monkey thought it was pretty darn funny, except when it “chased” him.
After watching the balloon spin around the room, he ran over to pick it up. He grabbed the now limp piece of rubber in his hand and…gagged. He ran to Duhdee and handed it to him and the whole time he was gagging. Duhdee blew the balloon up again and let it fly. Once again Monkey ran over and picked up the deflated balloon…and gagged.
I’m probably going to hell for this but I handed him the balloon two more times to watch his reaction. I stopped when I thought he might actually puke. Yesterday I discovered that this toy causes the same reaction.
He just received one shaped like a puppy for his birthday. I should totally get rid of it, right?