A Taste of the Grotesque

Amelie loves to open one of our kitchen cabinets, take out plastic straws, and play with them.

At dinner tonight, Elizabeth decided she needed a straw for her milk. "No problem," I said. "Just use the one Amelie carried over to the table."

I busied myself preparing more food in the kitchen as the girls ate at the dining room table. Pretty soon, Elizabeth called, "Mama, it does not surprise me that this straw has a big snot bubble in it!"

Knowing how congested Amelie has been this week, I laughed. "That's disgusting!" Then, because I'm the type of person that occasionally likes to indulge in a taste of the grotesque, I said, "Show me!" (What? Don't you want me to be honest? I was curious.)

Elizabeth's response? "I can't! I already drank it up. I didn't even taste it!"

Okay. That's a little too grotesque for me!

(Did you get the pun? A "taste" of the grotesque? Huh? Funny?)

Aren't you glad I'm back from vacation? Did you miss this sweet, loving, and encouraging blog?