Four Feet More

This evening, as we were finishing up dinner, Eamon decided to get up and clear his table early. He had displayed wonderful manners during the meal, and Jeff and I were feeling pretty proud of him. As Eamon returned to the table to grab another item to clear, something struck him as funny (I can't remember what it was now), and this weird, guttural laugh erupted from his mouth. Eamon's had a bit of a cold recently, so along with this laugh came the ejection of an enormous glob of snot, which then dangled by a mere thread from his nose while the bulk of the mess rested on his lower lip. His mouth was open at the time, making the image too gag-inducing for words.

We all stared at him for a moment in shocked silence, and then simultaneously burst into a chorus of "EEEWWWW!!!" Vika further displayed her repulsion by closing her eyes, shaking her head "no" while waving her hands in front of her face, as if she were warding off some horrendous form of evil. This, of course, made the incident even more funny to Eamon, causing him to laugh hysterically, with the glob of snot still hanging on his mouth.

Needless to say, the rest of us decided to finish our dinner early as well.

I'd always heard the term "snot rocket," but until tonight, I don't think I ever fully appreciated its meaning.