Last night, Julie, Kory and I were standing in the kitchen.
Kory rips this HUGE sneeze …. WAAAAA-CHOOO!
I say, “Bless you!”… and he goes, “That wasn’t a sneeze.”
Julie and I exchange confused glances….
“Honey, that was a sneeze. What are you talking about?”
“No… it was more like a cough.”, says Kory. He believes this?
Suddenly… WAAAAAAA-CHOOOOOOO! Kory lets out an even bigger sneeze.
“Bless you. Unless, of course, that wasn’t a sneeze, either…”, I say.
Julie begins to giggle. I’m smirking.
“No, it wasn’t, ” he says. “It wasn’t a sneeze. Sneezes aren’t like that.”
I’m staring at him agape, now. Julie is openly doubled over with laughter.
“Honey, that happens to be EXACTLY what sneezes are like.”, I say. Honestly, I’m not sure if this is just a joke that I’m not getting… or if he’s serious.
I turn to Julie, “I have never seen anyone in denial about sneezing before!”
Julie is hysterically laughing at this point. I’m laughing, too, in that heh-heh-heh partial laugh way that people do when they don’t get the joke. Is this some new form of dementia? Is there a syndrome where people suddenly start denying their involuntary bodily functions?
I’m not breathing! I’m not blinking! This isn’t what blinking looks like…
At this point, Kory is getting irritated with me and isn’t sure if I’m making fun of him… and I guess I was… but… but….
I think we’ve agreed to disagree. If he wants to call it a “cough” and not a “sneeze” then.. what the hell… let him, right? My husband could tell you how to write code, how to change your tires, how to make home-made icecream, how to find the square root of a negative integer… it’s the small things that stump him, sometimes. He’s awfully cute.
Besides, this is nothing compared to the pronunciation of the word, “homage” argument of ’02…..