Oh the drama of living with a two year old. A few days ago, I was on emergency response duty for a piece of wooden swiss cheese that was stuck on Norah’s thumb. Last night’s adventure topped the cheese.
We were eating dinner. Norah’s eyes starting watering and she had a shocked/glazed look on her face. She was rubbing her nose and trying to dig for gold. She’s had a runny nose so we thought it was just her sinuses. After a couple of screams that threatened all the glass in our home, she said, “Mama, bee in my nose.” I was all sympathy, “Aw, honey bear, I know it feels like there are bees in your nose.” “NO, mommy, PEA in my nose.” WHAT? Scott ran for the headlamp and sure enough, we saw a flash of green up the schnoz.
After I rolled in the floor laughing for a quick selfish moment, I dialed-a-nurse (aka, my mom) who told me sternly, in the face of my chuckles, that objects up a child’s nose was the number one reason for visits to Urgent Care and I could either get it out myself or expose her precious grandchild to the trauma of invasion at Urgent Care. My seriousness properly restored, Scott and I brainstormed ideas for pea-removal. We tried coaxing Norah to blow up a balloon with one nostril. Scratch that. We tried getting her to blow out a candle with her nose. Scratch that. We practiced sucking peas out of our hand with a bulb syringe. Scratch that. In the middle of Scott’s macgyver-ing a tube for me to suck the pea out and my googling “pea stuck up nose,” Norah said, “pepper” and then gave a giant sneeze. The pea sweetly rolled across the kitchen tile and Norah grinned while chanting, “I did it self.”
What a fabulous family bonding experience! What did we do for fun before having a kid?
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