Tonight, as I was trying to charge out of the house to get to a meeting, Eldest came into the kitchen with a big, fat tear running down his face.
"M-o-m (cough), could you get this out of my nose?"
Oh, the dreaded small thing shoved up a nose issue, one in which I have no experience. I transferred my view from his eyes to his nostrils that I was wondering why he was pointing skyward. There in the back of his nose was a k'nex...connector?
"Freeze! Don't breathe! Let me get a tweezers." (Yes, I think I commanded him to not breathe. I meant through the nose. I saw my get-out-of-ER-free card, and I didn't want to waste it.)
It came right out. It helped that it was a tiny tube and therefore easily grabable (with tweezers).
I didn't laugh until it was out. He was embarrassed once I started laughing, so I tried to stop. I have no idea why it was in his nose, but I'm sure he learned his lesson.
Do ya suppose the other two were paying attention?