The last few posts, aside from the Orango one, have been rather melancholic, so here’s some proof that all is not lost.

Remember how I told you I struggle sometimes trying to explain stuff to Rae? Well, here’s me trying to tell Raeven a few days ago, about the Importance of Spitting Out Phlegm.

Me: When you cough, does something come out of your throat?
Raeven: What is throat, Mommy?
Me: This part of your neck? (I point to her neck) Inside of it?
Raeven: Oh.
Me: So does it feel as though there’s something there that when you cough?
Raeven: Oh, you mean the play dough?
Me: (shocked) Huh?
Raeven: Yea, sometimes my mouth tastes like play dough.

At this point, I’m trying to picture the consistency and texture of play dough, and comparing it to phlegm. Hm. That’s about right.

Me: Yes, the play dough. When you have it in your mouth, you need to spit it out, and not swallow it.
Raeven: (face lights up with glee) Spit out the play dough?
Me: Yes, spit out the play dough. (pregnant pause of realisation). But don’t play with it, coz it isn’t really play dough. It’s like…poop. From your mouth. So don’t play with it.

I wish there was a children’s game or book out there that discusses one’s disgusting bodily emissions.