Those kids sound like ideal playmates.
You gotta give them points for imagination and then if I were their mother, spank their butts off. The germs...
Just talking about gross stuff can make me hurl. Mostly because I keep on imagining it in my head; the taste, texture, smell, all of it. Then I wanna hurl.
Saw a scat movie once and I had to throw up because my imagination ran amok.
And those vids where they beheaded those poor people in Iraq? The sound of the knife cutting made me run to the bathroom too. Although that may be related to my dislike/fear of knives.