A few months ago my son comes home from school and he is cheerful and happy as usual but you can tell something is on his mind. I ask him..
Me: Hey, buddy what’s up? How was school?
Owen: School was fine. Hey, can I have a go-gurt? I have a dime stuck in my nose.
Me: Sure yo…WHAT?
Yes, he wasn’t lying. It is a dime stuck down in his nostril. HE’S EIGHT!
Me: Owen, how HOW did you get a dime stuck down your nostril? (I mean it is DOWN in his nostril. The only way I can see it is when he blows his nose and it surfaces but it’s still down there)
Owen: Mom, I fell on it.
I am so mad. I call my dad (he is a R.N.) and he comes over and tells me I’ll have to take him to a specialist. I’m furious with Owen. I’m sure this happens a lot. I mean …REALLY? I go to change clothes to take him to the doctor and I guess my dad feels sorry for him somehow manages to get it out. So, we give Owen the lecture about sticking things where they don’t belong and how I will take him out if he does it again. That day his hero, his granddad, saved the day.
SOOOOO, yesterday I take him to get a physical for football season (a 5 dollar physical) and lo-and-behold what does she find while checking his ears? We don’t know because we can’t tell what it is. It’s blue and plastic. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! We get to go to another doctors appointment AND an Ear/Nose/Throat Specialist. I don’t know if you seen when I mentioned earlier that he’s EIGHT. Of course we have no clue how this ended up in his ear. He’s pretty sure he was sleeping and it somehow ended up in his ear.
Pray for him. He needs it because momma is not happy. 🙂