This morning Matthew was complaining about something hurting inside of his nose. He has a runny nose, so I didn't think anything of it. Well, after complaining a few more times, he came out of my bathroom with my tweezers. Uh-oh, we've had to use those before. To extract a silver ball from his nose. So I asked him if he put something in his nose, and sure enough, he did. So I took the tweezers and turned his head so I could see up into the nostril. Nothing. "Matthew, have you already tried to get the thing out of your nose?" "Yes, but it was really hard. It kept going up higher and higher." I had no idea what he put up there. I tried pushing down from the top of his nose, couldn't feel anything. A few minutes later, he started making his infamous throat clearing noise (for those of you that haven't had the privilege of hearing this noise, it sounds like he is hawking up a lugey. he does it all the time, especially while the Sacrament is being passed. fabulous). "Mom, I put this in my nose and it came out of my mouth," he proudly said as he holds out his finger to me. I'm still not sure what it is. He tried to do it again.
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6 years ago