Gag me

If Ari were in a sorority (just go with it), he'd be a Tri-delt.  He has blond hair, blue eyes, and gags himself all day long.  Ok, maybe it was just a rumor that the Delta Delta Delta's puked so much, the stomach bile eroded the toilet pipes.  So then, each girl was given a mayonnaise jar for their up-chuck.  Can someone let me know if there was any truth to this (before I'm sued for slander)?  Conversely, the girls in my sorority were half bulimic - we binged but didn't purge.

But, I digress.

Ari is constantly putting his fingers in his mouth and down his throat.  He tickles his uvula all day long and he makes as many gag sounds as other silly noises these days.  He even dry heaves a little each time, and then put his hands right back in his mouth, and does it again. 

Here he is, gagging himself while taking a bath:

I have a pretty sensitive gag reflex.  I'm also all about gag gifts.  Oh, and one time, my college roommate Courtney and I put some peanut butter on toilet paper and dropped it under the stall and then "accidentally" kicked it into the next stall when we knew a girl was in there...and she gagged.  Hilarious (so mean).  That said, I don't want my little guy gagging himself all day long.

You may remember my previous post on baby bulimia.  Thankfully, the spit-up has decreased (the dry cleaners called to ask if we had taken our business elsewhere), but I now worry that the constant gagging will soon cause some serious yacking. 

And I should admit, I may be obsessed with poop, but I am revolted by ralph.