Being the mom of three boys, I have learned to anticipate that life doesn't always flow smoothly. The boys will invent way to cause chaos and disorder. Yet, what happened today took even me by surprise. There is a first for everything.
Evan started screaming out of the blue and grabbing his nose, telling me how badly it hurt. My first instinct was that he was just another member of the "Too-much-loving-my-nostrils-with-my-finger club." I scolded him about picking his nose and looked for the blood to come out.
Nothing.
Ok- New strategy. Bribery. Evan was still screaming, so I offered my lap and a fresh glass of chocolate milk. This strategy worked. He was merely whimpering and finishing his milk at the same time.
When the milk was gone, Evan kept grabbing his nose and telling me that it really hurt. I was unbelievably trying to decide how high up his nose he actually got his finger. So, I decided to get a good look. I looked up his nose and saw what I believed to be a HUGE booger.
I instructed Evan to go to the bathroom to get a Kleenex to blow his nose. When he came out, he had tried blowing, and the "booger" was getting sucked in and out of his nose as he breathed. I tried to grab it with the Kleenex to no avail. So, I decided to "take one for the team" and grab the invading blob. To my surprise, it was solid. - Definitely not a booger.
It was a rock. -- Pebble to be exact. I would guess it was about 2-3 cm big.
I asked Evan why he put it in his nose? He quipped, "I don't know."
Ahh yes. The pebble came out and Ev was fine. Just tack this one now on my list of things I can commiserate with. The beat goes on. . .
2 comments:
OMG that is so funny! I love the "Too-much-loving-my-nostril-with-my-finger club" :))
OMG! Aren't kids entertaining?!?! Thanks for the great chuckle Ev! And stay away from the "Too-much-loving-my-nostril-with-my-finger club". LOL! Can I borrow that? I love it!
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