Uvula! Uvula! UUUUUVVEEEEUUUUULAAAHHHHH!!!
Livi's running around the house shouting "Uvula! Uvula!" and I have no idea why.
I had to look it up because I wasn't entirely sure what it was. Or if she should get in trouble for saying it.
Turns out our uvula is that little dangling punching bag that hangs down in the back of your throat. Okay, not punishment worthy at all.
She ran down the hall, "Izzy, is your uuuuvula showing?
Izzy gave her a board stare. "Stop it, Livi."
She trotted back to her room "Ben! Put away you're Uvula!'
His response? "Hee-Hee!!...What's a uvula?" I swear, he's her best audience.
She turned to her fish, Jeffrey. "Your new name is, Uvuuuula."
I had to ask her, "Why do you keep saying that?"
"It's fun to say."
"Where did you hear that word?" (She's only in 2nd grade. Wouldn't you want to know?)
"My friends at school."
I imagined a bunch of girls giggling about the word, thinking they were being very inappropriate, having no idea what they were talking about.
"Do you know what a Uvula is?" I asked, ready to prove my point.
"Yes! It's something in your throat." Touche.
Ben felt around the outside of his neck. "Oh yeah! I can feel it!"
"Ben...you can't feel your uvula. Not on your neck at least." I added.
"Yeah." Said the all-knowing Izzy. "And if you touch it, you throw up."
So, this was my evening. I realize it isn't dinner table conversation. But I couldn't help but take a little pride in the intellectual level of our conversation. Yes. My kids know what a Uvula is. And that you throw up if you touch it.
Are my expectations too low?
This story was originally published here on MommyLITEonline.com on 6/11/11. Hope you don't mind the rerun!