You know when you Laugh with a Mouth Full of Milk and it makes it Up Your Nostrils...

well, yeah, that's what happened to me this morning.  I was reading a book while eating breakfast when I came to a part that took me back many years ago when I was growing up with my brother and sisters.  In the summers, we used to go on long road trips and we'd get bored and start irritating each other, usually until one of us got in trouble.  This snippet I'm going to include is from the book I'm currently reading.  By the time I got to the end of this section, I was busting up laughing so hard that the my mouth full of milk made it up my nostrils.  While I was choking and teary-eyed giggling, Tayshaun asked me what I was laughing about so I had to share...

Road Trip…

Since we'd hit the road before breakfast, Mom would wait until the sun was up to unfurl the Pandora's icebox of odors.  In the space of the cramped van, those odors assumed a pungency that was the inevitable prelude to carsickness.  For breakfast, there'd be bruised bananas, and tepid milk in oft-used Styrofoam cups, rinsed out by me and Hannah as the tent came down.  Mom stretched the milk by mixing it with nonfat milk powder and water.  This made us gag, but we each were required to down a full cup.

Then Caleb, chewing banana with his mouth not entirely closed, hollered, "Mom! Rhoda's gonna barf again!"  He prodded my arm with his banana.  "She's holding her mouth!"  Then, confidentially to me "look here."  Caleb held up one of the long stings that sometimes attach between the banana peel and the flesh.  "Lookit, it's coming out of my eye.  Lookit, it's the white thing in your eye when you wake up."

"You're the white thing in your eye, moron!"  replied Aaron.  "Bet you don't know the capital of Colorado.  This raisin is the capital of Colorado.  Watch this," Aaron said, shoving Denver into one nostril.

Not to be outdone, Caleb shoved the moist banana string into his nostril.  "lookitt, lookit, lookit."

"That's lame," said Aaron scornfully.  "That's just a thing on a banana.  This is Denver!"  He retrieved Denver with one sticky finger and wiped it on Caleb.

"Booger Territory!"  shouted Caleb joyfully, flicking Denver back at Aaron.  He missed.  Denver got stuck in Hannah's white-blonde hair.  "Booger territory!  Hannah-fofannah, you got a booger in your hair!"  She began to cry.

"We don't use those words in this family, young man!" barked my father over his shoulder. "Mary, what's going on back there?"

She turned and looked inquiringly at Aaron, the oldest.

"Caleb's saying bad words, Hannah's crying 'cause there's a raisin in her hair, and Rhoda needs to puke."

My mother unexpectedly focused on the raisin.  "How did that raisin get in your hair?"

"Caleb put it there."

Mom got stern.  "Caleb, you eat that raisin right now.  We don't waste raisin in this family."

"But--"

"Not a peep, young man.  You Eat. That. Raisin."

Caleb sulkily ate the raisin that had been in his brother's nose, but he made powerful retching noises that helped me along.

"Um, pull over.  Rhoda needs to throw up."