TwoBert's three favorite activities with me are 1) flying around the room (while we play "airplane"); 2) hanging upside down; and 3) sinking his teeth into my collarbone. So when I fed him some garlic hummus for lunch today I half expected beams of concentrated light to shoot out of his eye sockets while he screamed hideously and his flesh turned to ash.
Didn't happen, though.
[UPDATE: My wife took TwoBert to have some blood drawn this morning, and neither lab technician could find a vein. Then they stuck him in the heel and the arm, it didn't even bleed. Also, they didn't see his reflection in the mirror. Clearly, it's worse than we thought.]
[UPDATE II: According to this definitive resource, our fears are all hooey. What a relief!]