When the children were young, they were always well-behaved when we were out visiting. We never had any trouble and were always welcomed back. This of course, doesn’t mean our children were perfect but they were always quite polite, please and thank you’s were the norm.
Middle child though was the curious one. There was the time when we decided to visit my sister-in-law (SIL), a lovely nine-hour drive away, which of course took us thirteen. Either way, the children were very happy to see their cousins. With our three kids and my SIL’s five, we certainly had a house full, and naturally since we all hadn’t see each other in quite a while, it was very difficult to keep tabs on everyone. The children were downstairs playing at the time, when my oldest who was, I think six at the time, thus making her younger sister four, came running upstairs to tell me that her sister had stuck a bead up her nose. Were we surprised by this? No. I mean it was my curious middle child. We called her upstairs, and asked if she had in fact stuck a bead up her nose, and she happily said yes. My SIL was a nurse so she thought she could easily pull the bead out, but this was not the case. The bead was way up there, off to the hospital we go. A bead up the nose is not an emergency so we settled in for a long wait. As the hours went by, middle child fell asleep in my SIL’s arms. Then, suddenly she awoke sneezing, and much to the surprise of everyone else in the waiting room out came the bead! The bead looked very similar to this:
Back at my SIL’s house, I told middle child please don’t do this again, and then I asked a silly question: Will you do this again dear? She said yes. Oh no, I thought. Now move ahead a few months, enter the raisin. Dad is vacuuming and middle child comes to me, casually stating that she has stuck a raisin up her nose. Damn. Now the problem with raisins, is they swell, so I had no hope of grabbing it, not that I would, this is a daddy thing to do, not a mommy thing. I get her father, who suggests that he use the vacuum to get the raisin out. I freak, yelling I don’t think so. Not wanting to go to the hospital, I phone the doctor. He suggests, one of us, blow into the nostril without the raisin, and hopefully the raisin will come flying out. Well, just picture this, not wanting to get slime on his shirt, dad takes his shirt off, and then tries to blow into the one nostril, but I am laughing hysterically, not helping the situation at all. He tries again. He blows, and blows, nothing happens. I am still laughing. Middle child is also laughing. So then he has her put her own finger on the nostril without the raising thus closing it, and tells her to try to blow air. After, a few tries, with continuous laughter, the raisin finally comes out, flying across the kitchen floor. Middle child is very proud of herself. I am relieved. Once again I ask middle child if she will do this again, and thankfully, she says no. Double relief! Dad, of course, is saying that the vacuum would have worked. I roll my eyes.