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“I dunno,” he flat out lies, still rubbing his nose, his eyes three times their normal size. He is scared. So am I.
“Buddy, did you put that bead up your nose?”
“No,” he lies again, eyes even wider, as if mystified that I could have possibly known the location of the missing bead. He tries sticking his finger up his nose to retrieve the object that he insists isn’t there. I catch him just in time. Oh crap, I think to myself, as the realization sets in that I am probably bound for the emergency room.
“Buddy, let me see…”
I draw his freakishly-quiet body to me, his eyes growing wider by the moment and threatening to brim with tears, and tip back his head. Now I am really scared—I cannot see the bloomin’ bead at first glance, and I envision an entire evening and one hundred bucks both spent at the ER. I very unceremoniously turn him upside-down under the light and breathe a sigh of relief—I can see it. Now I just have to retrieve it.
I lead him up to the bathroom, still rubbing his nose with his wide-eyed gaze monitoring my own to determine when or if he will need to freak out. So far I have not, so neither has he. So far.
I grab the tweezers and pray hard that bead-extraction is one of my as-of-yet unknown talents. He rubs his nose again, still pondering these events and their outcome, as I flip him over on my lap and begin the procedure. Apparently it went in more easily than it came out, but with two gentle pulls and one or two frightened cries from my three-and-a-half year old, it came out, nonetheless. We are both dully relieved, and we have a nice long talk about never, ever, ever putting anything in our noses ever again. Ever. He appears convinced, at least for the moment.
>OMG!!!!!! I read this post to Tim and we laughed out loud…silence is never ever good with boys. I’m glad you saved him — and I’m reeeeealy glad he didn’t suck it up into his sinuses. I see X-rays and ENTs and lotsa lotsa cash. Go Super Mom! I hope I never have to earn this badge.
>hi!just found your blog. love it! i can relate to so much. did you guys move preschools? i haven’t see you around.chelsea
>hey, chelsea! we’re still there–t/th am–but i work those days, so grandma picks up a lot. hope you’re doing well!!!