I'm told that my Grandpa Don really doted on me and was always bouncing me around and playing with me. I'm also told that he literally saved my life once.
Let's face it. Baby food is pretty gross. My mom was feeding me once, assuming that I was indeed swallowing the crap. I guess that this was their first sign that I was a stubborn kid. I apparently did not like the baby food version of spinach and was just holding in my mouth and yet, for some unknown reason, I continued to open up for another spoonful.
Eventually all this 'stored' spinach had to go somewhere... and it did. It left my mouth and started coming out of my nose. Naturally, my mom flipped out. Grandpa grabbed me and hung me upside down and pounded my back til my airway was clear of everything except spinach residue. Mom never tried to give me spinach again.
Me-1, Mom-0. Game and match.
Next time - Two out of three ain't bad...
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