Raining, not snowing (original) (raw)

I am fat. We all should know this by now. To aid in drying the jigglier bits of my body, I like to stand in front of my tower fan post-shower. Ciaran saw me doing this and asked me how the fan helps dry people off, so I did a brief scientific lesson on "the air makes the water evaporate and that turns into a gas that goes back into the air, where we can't see it."

Cue this morning's conversation:

C: Mummy, there's gas in the air that we can't see.
M: Yes. There's oxygen, that we breathe into our lungs.
C: Why?!
M: Our lungs suck up the oxygen from the air and send it into the little cells. Our bodies are made up of teeny, tiny cells, like Legos, that our bodies are built with. Your skin is made of cells, and your bones, and your hair, and your toenails.
C: No, my toenails are covered in polish, so you can't see the cells.
M: Yes, they are! (he has red polish on his toenails, courtesy of Noni and Auntie Susie)
C: I have cells in my ribs! They poke out!
M: Yes, you have cells in your bones.
C: ::giggles hysterically, clutching his chest:: They're tickling me! They're tickling me!
M: ::bemused look:: What's tickling you?
C: MY CELLS ARE TICKLING ME! HEEEHEEE!!