That explains a lot
Discussing with Robin whether or not she is capable of consuming an entire package of microwave popcorn by herself, I was made privy to the following tidbit (delivered in a kvetching whine which, of course, lent credence to her point) :
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What I want to know is, how did the comparison between the relative sizes of brain and stomach come up in the first place? True, I've heard (yea, as a child,) that my EYES were bigger than my stomach, but stomach vs. brain???
(By the way, I like the new picture!)
Well, I asked "Do you know how big your stomach is? Do you know how big a bag of popcorn is?"
Since I've taught her that one's stomach is about the size of one's closed fist, she did in fact have an answer to that. She made the stomach-brain leap on her own.
[Glad the new picture is showing up. I posted it several days ago but it didn't show up at first, even when I did an aggessive reload...]
But it's the heart that's the size of one's closed fist. Right? I never learned a stomach one.
Maybe Costa Rican stomachs and hearts and fists have a different proportionality to them. In which case I guess Robin's would be somewhere half-way between her two countries' standards.
:)
Actually, Lisa's comment got me all worried, because as soon as she said it I knew that was what I had been taught, and here I was, spreading false doctrine and all.
But then I checked and it turns out that both the stomach and the heart are about the same size as the fist. So's the spleen, in fact.
Apparently, all we really are are bags of skin filled with clenched fists, walking around in human form.
You people crack me up!
Okay, not the spleen! I always figured that to be the size of my pinkie. Whatever a spleen is, anyway.
I know!
Pretend you're an Italian describing your Mamma's most undescribably delicious home made olde worlde recipe. You bring the tips of your fingers together and kiss them, right?
Well, right there, inside the little tent you just made with the fingers of one hand...that's how big I think a spleen should be. Whatever a spleen is.
The pinkie-size item is the appendix. Or at least an appendix in trouble. I say this with great authority, because when I was nine years old and had my appendix removed on a Sunday afternoon on an emergency basis (I'd been feeling sick since the previous Tuesday) the doctor told my dad that the appendix is normally the size of a worm, but that mine was as big as - his little finger.
So there.
(That's all I know. I don't do spleens.)
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