The Smockity Bunch went to the library today and everyone was able to check out bunches of books before I dropped a couple of them off at piano lessons.
While we waited, everyone perused the books, and Piccolina browsed a book checked out by The Bubba, Ripley's Believe It or Not. As she turned the pages, she announced whether she believed each outrageous photo or not.
When she came to a photo like this, though, she proudly proclaimed that she indeed believed it and, in fact, she knew how this feat was accomplished.
"Really?" I said, "How?"
"He can do it and other people can't because he was born without a gag bag," she proudly informed all of us.
"Uh... what's a... gag bag?" I asked.
"That thing that hangs down in the back of your throat," she said, trying very hard not to make the rest of us feel dumb.
So, there you have it, dear readers. That thing you always thought was called a uvula is actually more appropriately called a gag bag by knowledgeable eight year olds.