It’s snot funny when your toddler son gets an m&m stuck up his nose.
It’s snot funny when he doesn’t know how to blow his nose.
It’s snot funny when you frantically call your mother to figure out how in the world you’re going to remove it.
It’s snot funny when your mother suggests a turkey baster and it actually works.
It’s even more snot funny when your second child does exactly the same thing six years later.
After Kaydee’s nap yesterday she comes stumbling out of her room rubbing her nose so much it turns as red as Rudolph’s. I notice snot dripping excessively from just one nostril and ask her what’s wrong. She tells me it hurts. From the outside, I can’t really tell that anything is wrong other than the redness. My husband comes over, knowing our son’s m&m history and shines a flashlight up her nose. Next thing I know, I hear my husband yelling, “Cat, come over here, there’s something up there!”
Sure enough, there’s a hunk of something black wedged very deeply up her nose, past the point of squeezing it out. Of course, at the time we TRULY need one, there’s no turkey baster in the house to suck it out. We have a nasal aspirator of Emm’a but her nose is too large and the object is too large. Thinking, Thinking, Thinking…
Tweezers? Yes! Tweezers!
Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy. She was squirming and wriggling all over the place, even with two adults holding the poor girl down, but we finally prevailed and produced this…
That my friends is the tip of a black crayon. What possessed this girl to shove a crayon up her nose and break the tip off up there is beyond my comprehension. If anything, we are now a lot more prepared for when Emma decides to shove something up her nose, and I guarantee you, she will get something up her nose. It’s genetic.