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.
I guess I’ve inherited my mother’s inappropriate sense of humor.
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?
It IS funny. Punkin doesn’t like those either. His entire body stiffens up and he turns his face away from it and says, “No. No,” in a very adamant tone. There are a lot of stuffed animals with a similar texture, so we have to watch out at toy stores. And it’s the same reason he won’t walk in the grass barefoot — or at all if it can be avoided. His teacher has one of those balls with a light inside, and it is his biggest dillema — do I touch the SUPER AWESOME light or run in fear of the rubber spikes? He compromises and will — after quite some time — kick it with his shoe.
Part of what cracked me up is that he was still running to pick up the balloon even though it made him gag to actually touch it. I don’t know why he didn’t just stop 🙂
He used to have the same reaction that Punkin does to that grass you see in Easter baskets. We were able to get him over that by continued exposure but he was never in danger of tossing his cookies over that.
He also has a tough time walking barefoot in the grass at the beginning of each summer but he does eventually get over that too.
This post cracks me up. Because I would do the same thing. I used to put Blake in the grass for kicks, because he would hold his legs in the air trying to reduce contact as much as possible. And I used to laugh. So mean. My nephew used to gag when they put gloves on him, and Drew used to gag when I would dry his chest off with a towel after his bath.
LOL…that is funny. So did you get rid of it. I would have saved it for use at another time. Yep, I’m evil like that. Kinda like the singing birthday card…I still have that for future use.
I didn’t actually, lol. It’s still sitting in the bin with his therapy toys (chewy tubes, vibrating pens, pop tubes, etc.) I don’t feel quite so bad about it now that I’ve read the comments!