Monday, July 27, 2009

Turns out, it wasn't allergies

(this is pretty much a cut and paste from an e-mail, but I thought others might be interested...)

So, score one in the DOG column in the eternal debate: should I have a kid or get a dog? I think it is unlikely that a dog would secretly shove a peanut up his own nose in MAY necessitating multiple doctor visits in JULY to find out what the hell is going on. Yes, Nort has had a peanut living in his nose for over a month.

A PEANUT in his NOSE for a MONTH.

What kind of parent am I??? The ear nose throat doctor was super nice (and very cute in that older doctor way) but he had a rack full of what appeared to be his collection of shiny, pointy, medieval torture devices. Turns out it was his array of things-stuck-in-your-nose removal tools. I recommend you never put anything up your nose for fun, because getting it out later (say, a month later) is pretty traumatizing. Did you ever see Total Recall? Pretty much like that. Like a disgusting magic trick, he crammed an Edward Scissorhands like contraption up my son's nose and, with a flourish, came out with a peanut. He said he had already taken a googly eye out of some kid's ear earlier in the day.


Also, he gave me the peanut back! What on earth am I supposed to do with it??? Save it until he is a teenager and show it to girls he wants to date? My sister said I should bronze it and wear it around like a Tiffany bean.

4 comments:

Hopeful said...

I've told this story to a few people and all I said is "you have to know this kid."

Definitely one for the books!!!!

behind the fourth door said...

Fantastic! and My faux tiffany bean idea is great, you know it is.

love you both- eve

Danielle said...

Kid or dog? Does a kid turn to you on the windiest part of Canal Road and vomit onto your center console and into your purse on the day of your husband's company picnic? Hmmm.

We can trade... for a few days.

I vote for saving the peanut until he's a teenager. :)

Dina said...

Remember that your mother stuck a raisin up her nose as a child. The genes gotta go somewhere.

M.O.M.