Mookie is pretending to be a baby bird. Naturally, since it’s breakfast time, I mime regurgitating chewed-up worms into her beak.
Me: Ew! I’m glad we don’t eat that way.
Mookie: It’s better than touching tongues.
Mookie: Why are you laughing?
Me: Because grown-ups do that, on purpose. They like it.
Me: Yep. (Wondering: didn’t we cover this in the last “What is sex?” conversation? And how many of those are we going to have to have?)
Mookie: Really really really?