Going back some years to my childhood—not sure how old I was, but old enough to remember with clarity—I spent many an afternoon with my mouth full of warm Kool-Aid or Ovaltine. I couldn’t say exactly why. Maybe I was savoring it. Maybe. (It’s diluted with saliva and is lukewarm.) I just couldn’t be rushed. I let it slide down my throat in tiny increments. The consistent saliva production ensured I would never drought. It was bliss. Turns out it’s genetic, only Elle doesn’t discriminate between food and drink and feels it’s important to incubate both for long periods of time in her mouth. Disgusting, irrational, yet, I can relate.
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That is awesome! I think it shows patience, discipline, putting off what you want at the moment for what you want most, self-control...I could go on and on. What an amazing quality in a little child (and her mom!)
That is too funny - it's so fun to see what habits your kids pick up - like how Jack and Izzie rub their feet together for comfort just like Brit and I do!
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