The Stinker Strikes Again

No, I am not talking about a skunk. I am referring to my lovely little daughter. After her fire alarm antics back in February, I just got a call from daycare about 8am this morning. The call went something like this:

HOB: "Pam, this is Brittany at HOB."

Me: "Hi Brittany."

HOB: "Not to worry you, but Lauren has a bajkdfh9 stuck in her nose."

Me: "A what in her nose?"

HOB: "A bead. We tried to get it out, but it is too far up there, so you can either try to come down and get it out or take her to the doctors. I am so sorry."

Me: "Thanks. I will be there in 10 minutes."

I get to the daycare and all the teachers have this "I'm so sorry" expression on their faces. It happens, I am not upset as long as my child is ok. I walk in to see my nearly 3 year old sitting in a chair completely calm (thank goodness) She says, "Hi mommy. Do I have to go to the doctor?" I tell her that mommy is going to try to get it out first.

So we leave and come back to the office, where my mom and brother are planning to help. My brother has a tweezers and my mom and I are holding Lauren's head still and talking to her. She was so good. She held very still and never cried or got upset. Unfortunately, after 5-6 tries with the tweezers, the bead hadn't budged. So we racked our brains. My brother thought maybe a paper clip would work if you could hook it since the bead had a hole in the middle. So he prepped a clip and viola! On the first try it came out. Whew! Glad we were able to avert a trip to the doctors.

Of course she needed some blueberries and pineapple after the traumatic event. Please tell me this is not a sample of how her teen years will go!! And I forgot to take pictures. Those would have been some doozies too.

My mom said as I was taking Lauren back to daycare, "I thought boys only did that stuff."

My point exactly!