....sooner or later. Quite frankly, I am amazed that it took 6 and a half years. I am quite proud to say that I stayed VERY calm through the whole thing. Oh, I haven't mentioned what it is yet? Well.
Abigail came into our room tonight with her finger up her nose telling me that she couldn't get the round thing out of her nose. I assumed that it was a stubborn booger that didn't want to move out of her cute nose. So, I asked her what round thing. She said "The pink thing." That was my first indication that just maybe it was not a naturally occurring phenomenon taking up residence in her nostril. I, very calmly, said "Did you put something in your nose?" Internally, I was screaming my head off and running around in circles. I am quite proud of the fact that after 3 kids, I no longer freak out (at least outwardly) by some of the things my kids do.
I took Abigail to the couch with my trusty tweezers, mentally thinking about how I was going to get her to let me put them up her nose, and once I had them up there, how I was going to extract this pink thing. Then inspiration hit. I plugged my one nostril, and showed her how to blow out the other one. We practiced mom doing that for awhile (the results were less than pretty), and then Abigail tried it. The pink bead stuck in her nose came out after two tries. I like to think that we were practicing for labour.
Well, I am going to take off my super hero mom cape for the night!
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