Yesterday the chore for the boys was to wash the walls. I ran to the store to get some things for our day and when I got home it was lunchtime. They had washed the walls and were relaxing around the house. As I made lunch this was the conversation:
Dallen: "Mom, I have something hard in my nose."
Mom: Knowing it is allergy season and all we do is blow our noses around here,"Blow it."
Dallen: "Doesn't work"
so Mommy gets the kleenex, kneels down and goes through how to successfully blow our nose.

Dallen: "It's still there."
Mommy: " Keep trying, I'm going to keep working on lunch."
Then I hear...
Garrett: "I TOLD you not to put it up there!" (In a stage whisper)
Dallen: "I TOLD you it could be done!"
Mommy: (In my, I'm-not-stupid voice) "What did you shove up your nose!?!"

Turns out on a dare (or maybe not on a dare...no one can remember) Dallen put a puff from my pussy willow wreath up his nose and was unable to retrieve it.

Now picture...Mommy straddling a prone Dallen with a flashlight in one hand and tweezers in the other. There was no way on earth I was going to take my seven year old into the doctor for something this stupid! I fully expect toddlers to do this but come on!...a second grader and his bored brothers!

For the record I was successful in pulling out the mucus covered pussy willow puff but my gag reflex has yet to recover.