Caution: Disgusting nose action
|Markie: He of the cute little nose . . .|
I'm a good mother.
Or I thought I was.
It was a normal day in our world.
Husby off to school.
Baby fed and napping.
Toddler in his chair, eating breakfast.
I would add sunshine streaming in through the freshly-cleaned and gleaming windows.
And a canary singing cheerfully in the background, but that would stretch reality.
And we want this to be believable.
Moving on . . .
I turned to get another spoonful of cream-of-wheat.
Just as Markie sneezed.
I turned back.
Something was sticking out of his little nose.
Something long and . . . squarish.
A french fry.
How on earth did he get a french fry up his nose.
And without either his father or I seeing it?!
And, even more importantly . . .
HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN THERE???
I suddenly felt like the world's worst mom.
My little boy had somehow shoved a french fry up his nose, in plain view of both his father and I and we had missed it.
How do you spell 'inattentive'?
I pulled it out.
My boy survived the operation.
And cheerfully continued with his breakfast.
But I've never quite been able to look a french fry in the face since.
So to speak.