a weak stomach...

We've been dealing with some sickness... again
so part of my disinfecting tactic included washing all bedding Gibbs has been in contact with.
After the wash was complete, I discovered that during the cycle we had had a casualty...
the pillow pet duck had sprung a leak.
I shook batting from each laundry item and sent them all to the dryer...
leaving a mess of batting "guts" covering our floor.
Gibbs walked through a few minutes later, pointing to the mess, saying "cuckus" (meaning messy or gross)
and then, to our surprise, began to gag-
and continued to gag until I took him away from the "accident scene",
and told him not to look at the carnage.
I'd say he has somewhat of a weak stomach :)