Malachi was drinking soda from a can and it was dribbling out his mouth and down his chin. I took it from him and he protested saying he didn't get any in his mouth yet. I said, "Chi! How is that possible? How could it be dripping all down your chin and onto your shirt and not get in your mouth at all??" GraceAnna, standing by, examines her brother, and quickly assesses," Maybe he has a hole in his neck!"