My daughters have been working with spit bubbles lately. In a weak moment when I felt a bit manic and juvenile, I showed them my only talent: blowing spit bubbles. If the wind is right, they can go pretty far. So, I’ve created 3 monsters who spend all their time making various sizes and shapes and trying to get them to leave their mouths. Which means they spit all over the floor, all over my face, all over the dinner table… I swaney, you’d think I’d learn.
When I was a kid, and later as a teenager because it bothered my mom, I’d let spit dribble out of my mouth and then suck it back up. If I worked up the right consistency, I could get the strand down to my belly button. Longer than that and it would just drop to the floor, which also had its good points. So far, I haven’t shown my kids that trick.
I have shown them the trick of how to put their shoes in their rooms, not in front of the door, which they haven’t picked up on. I’ve also shown them the trick of putting clothes in the drawer not on the floor, another difficult maneuver they have yet to master. But one spit trick and BAM! they’re little sponges. I’ve got to figure out how to make cleaning a taboo and then we’ll see if my house is more livable.