Houston, We Have A Problem.
March 31, 2008 03:02 PM Sketchbook
I told Sarah
not to put the beads in her mouth ... so she stuck
one up her nose. She's fine — only slightly
traumatized because I laughed at her. I tried to get
the stupid bead out with a pair of tweezers and then
a pair of needle-nose pliers, but neither worked
(couldn't have had anything to do with the squirming,
crying mass of girl I was trying to "operate" on). So
I called the doctor, which sent Sarah into hysterics.
I told her that if I couldn't get the bead out, we'd
have to go to the doctor to have him do it. She
wanted to know why we couldn't just leave it in
— didn't hurt or anything. Sigh.
I called Tom and he suggested a paper clip, which I'm happy to say worked. Now the beads are put away and that ticked Ryan off. After all, he didn't stick one up his nose. This is one of those kind of entries that I'm going to use to torture her with in about 13 years. Hehehe.
I called Tom and he suggested a paper clip, which I'm happy to say worked. Now the beads are put away and that ticked Ryan off. After all, he didn't stick one up his nose. This is one of those kind of entries that I'm going to use to torture her with in about 13 years. Hehehe.
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