The other morning Aunt-Ada was sitting in her chair, and I could hear her nurse saying ‘No – Ada don’t swallow. You gotta spit it out!’ Ada hates the weekend nurse, and becomes stubborn and rebellious around her.
It was then I saw that the nurse was holding a cup of chilling green mouth-wash and a bucket to spit in.
Again, she gave Ada a swig of of mouthwash.
Again Ada stared defiantly, swallowing slowly and on purpose.
(I was half laughing half dry-heaving in the kitchen)
The nurse spoke even louder ‘You gotta spit it! Spit it out Ada! Don’t swallow!’
Ada stared with even more malice. A third try was issued.
Ada swallowed.
The nurse shook her head.
Ada had won that battle, (thanks aging taste buds), but the war had just begun.
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