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David in Louisville |
He's home early from school and I'm home early from work because of a (minor but inconvenient) bleak reality involving both respiratory and gastrointestinal problems which have converged on his young body today.
[In between coughs] "Mom, how do you call the tube where the food goes down? and the tube where the air goes down?"
"The Oesophagus and the Trachea!"
"Well, it should be the opposite..."
"Why do you say that?"
"Oesophagus sounds like suffocation, so it should have to do with breathing. Trachea just does not sound right for breathing so it should be for eating.."
Well then.. here is to imagination, the prerequisite to every dream.
Till Later,
Anne
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