[Reprise with variation]
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
The child mumble-hummed the cadences of speech with a mouthful of wet crunch. The precision was admired by the adult. A closed mouth. Using one’s head to resonnate round food lumps. So precise an understanding that could distinguish talk from directed sound through the presumption of articulation.
“Nice control of the epiglottis.”
“What’s an epiglottis?”
A piece of cereal spilled out and clung to the lip. A hand raised to push it back in and wipe the spread of an impish grin as curiousity lept out.
“A trap that prevents choking.
And so for day 110