The other day we were in the car driving to Target to look for some Star Wars Mighty Beanz,  my seven year old nephew and my four year old niece were strapped in the backseat tormenting each other like they tend to do when they’re together for any length of time. All of a sudden I hear my nephew gagging. I try to find a safe place to pull over and my mind is racing, thinking what am I supposed to do when your nephew is choking? I pull over and my nephew just looks at me with a “why are we stopping? Did you forget the mission was to find Star Wars Mighty Beanz?” look. “What’s going on?” I asked.
 
He looks at me with an innocence that comes with youth and in a tone that is wise beyond his years he answers, “Nothing. I was just touching my uvula.”
 
“huh?” I asked a little surprised.
 
“I was touching my uvula.” He repeated.

“Well, stop that.” I said, “There will be no touching of uvulas in the car.” I start the car and drive off. "this is a no uvula touching zone."
 
About two minutes later my little niece yells, “That’s gross! He’s putting uvula juice on me!”