The other night I came home from Parent Teachers Conference at the Middle School (where one of the teachers called Quentin a "teachers dream") and this was the dialogue that I had with Mack upon entering the family room:
Mack: "Mom, I am really, really, sorry but I stuck a hand up my nose."
Me: "Okay, it's alright, just don't do it again. Is it bleeding?" (I have caught him picking his nose and it does bleed sometimes)
Mack: "No-it's not bleeding, but it's still up there!"
Me: "Mack, what is still up there?"
Mack: I put a Lego guys hand up my nose and it won't come out!
Thoughts by me...Oh no! What did he do? I am going to have to go to the emergency room!! I can't afford that for a little thing up his nose! What was he thinking? Jeff's not here...What am I going to? I knew that Mack would be my emergency room kid! Maybe I will be able to get it out with tweezers! Maybe we can just blow it out!
Me: "Okay-it's okay. I will get a tissue and we will try to blow it out."
So...we blew and we blew and we blew and it finally came out. I was relieved. Now, my question to all of you...What do little kids think when they put things up their noses? When I was little, I put a bean up my nose. Myabe this is just payback for my parents sake.