I am the self-proclaimed Sneezing Queen. I've suffered from seasonal allergies my entire life. Mine wouldn't be so bad if I weren't also allergic to book dust and cat dander, which in turn, makes nasal congestion a year round enjoyment for me. But I prefer daily suffering to ridding my life of the culprits and as a result, I'm a damn good sneezer. And thanks to genetics, Grant is not too far behind me on the Master Sneezer scale. On a sub-four foot body, a huge sneeze can have quite the reverberating effect. I know I giggle shamelessly each and every time he succumbs to a particularly large sneeze that sends his whole body into an almost possessed-like convulsion.
I love everything about sneezes. From the awesome sound of the word (who doesn't love words that contain 'z's?) to the measured, level height of all the letters. I love how every person has their own way of sneezing and how for a long time my son called a sneeze an, "achoo" and my nephew called them "bless you's".
Almost everything associated with the act of sneezing makes me giggle. So you can imagine how I rolled with laughter the other night when G called out of the bedroom: "Mom? I was reading my book and I accidentally sneezed. There's sneeze water all over my book and it won't come off. Is that okay?"
Yeah, *giggle*, you're sneeze water is just fine with me.
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