Tonight Hubs made dinner, which consisted of some awesome salmon on the grill, steamed clams, broccoli, and it was yummy! What a great treat after getting off of work at 6PM tonight! Approximately 2 minutes after devouring the well cooked meal, I started to tickle in my nose, eyes, ears, and then hives began to pop up on my hands, then my face. It was kind of scary. Scary because I’ve eaten clams/oysters/mussels tons of times in the past. As a matter of fact, when pregnant with ‘Ox, Super Hubs would travel to my favourite Inn down the road just to bring me home THEIR steamers — three orders worth!
So I took Benadryl. Got in the bath. And tried to calm down. Throat was scratchy and I was itchy! Hubs and I were sort of alarmed, but I knew the benadryl would do something. About 35 minutes into the reaction, Mo’ began to get really worried. She hopped in the bath to be with me, as she wanted to “catch [me] if i fainted!” I thanked her for her attentiveness and then Hubs was sitting by trying to get me to laugh.
Hubs: “I’m sorry I just tried to kill you!“
Mo’: ”Dad you always make it about you….“
Me: ”Mo’ its okay… Daddy is trying to make mommy giggle. He is really concerned.“
Mo’: “Mom. I think you have Inaphobia.”
Me: ”Huh? And you said you didn’t want to be a doctor when you grew up. So what’s inaphobia?“
Mo’: ”Well most people don’t survive mom. See the bra strap marks on your shoulder? Yep. Inaphobia. Let me see your gums” [jerked open my mouth and assessed my gums, I felt really exposed] “Ewwww… yep. Inaphobia. That’s what you got mom!”
Me: ”Will I make it?“
Mo’: ”I don’t know mom. Most people don’t survive. They don’t have love and care in their hearts, and just lay around in their bed or something and then they die. But I think you have love and care in your heart so you just may make it.“
Now generally it is kind of cool to witness your kid playing games and pretending. It shows their independent creativity. And is awesome to witness. An adult should and can sense the imaginary playfulness of such a dialogue. However, we always get a lil’ creeped out by the veracity at which she imparts this long-tale to her audience. We call it Hooked-Lined-Sinkered by Mo’ when you believe her tales. I know not that creative. But, we now have to HLS-check with the other (Hubs and I) when she tells us something that doesn’t fit… and you don’t know why.
While trying to really decipher if we both had been duped, we actually looked up Inaphobia to see if there was any substance to her tale and the closest we found (in spelling, and that’s a stretch) was: (Psst.. don’t think I am not aware that we resort to cross-referencing with Primary Sources to confirm HLS’d or No-HLS’d)
- xenophobia – hatred or fear of foreigners or strangers or of their politics or culture
- panphobia — a fear of everything; also called pantophobia.
- genophobia — a fear of sexual relations (And I can assuredly, so too can hubs, rule out this one).