regurgitation for recreation

We were on our way home and he tossed his pacifier into the void and couldn't find it. Since I'm so ready for him to give up the thing, I didn't immediately pull the car over to search for it. He began chewing on his fingers and rediscovered his love of gagging himself. He would stick his fingers all the way down his throat and gag and I would beg him to stop in horrified shock. He just laughed and laughed and continued. He was rewarded for his efforts with a stream of slimy oreo cookie fragments that came up as he intentionally gagged himself again and again. I had quite a mess to clean up since he felt the need to fling his slime-covered fingers about and spread the wealth to random parts of my car upholstery. Truly lovely.