Here’s a giggle for everyone…

So Lenna comes downstairs…
Lenna: Mommy?
Me: Yes?
Lenna: Mommy, I stuck something up my noseandIcan’tgetitoutandeverytimeItouchit…I sneeeeeze. :wailing:
Me: You did *what?
(I’m already trying my damnedest not to laugh at the poor kid.)
Lenna: I stuck something up my nose. :more wailing:
Me: :suppressing giggles: Lemme see.
Lenna: :sob: Ok.
(She comes over, and I look up her nose. Oh, the joys of being a mom.)
Me: Oh hell. :quiet giggle: Baby…I can’t get that out.
(I’m very proud of myself. I didn’t cackle.)
Lenna: :wailing yet again: Am I in trouble?
(At this point I’ve almost bitten a hole in my cheek so Bill takes over.)
Bill: Lemme look.
(He and Lenna head to the bathroom.)
Bill: Why would you do this, Len?
Lenna: :indignant: I stuck *one little thing up my nose. Is that alright?
(Ok, it’s over. I’m done. I’m now howling so hard I’m crying.)
Bill: Lenna, I think we have to go to urgent care. :suppressing laughter:
Lenna: :yet more wailing: And don’t laugh, Daddy!!

We finally got it out. (”It” was a Bratz-sized lipstick, by the way.) The laughter, though, won’t be over anytime soon. About an hour after all this, she comes down to let us know she saw a bug. I ask if it’s in her nose. She gets huffy and says no. As Bill’s tucking her in, he makes a big deal of checking her nose for foreign objects. Tomorrow, we’ll leave her alone, I guess. But that’s when Matt’ll hear about it. :grin: