Just Call Her Pebbles
I was signing Caitlin into daycare Tuesday and her teacher asked if Caitlin had told me what happened the day before. I was in a caffeine withdrawal/low-sugar stupor but that got my attention. “No, what happened?” I asked, instantly turning into CONCERNED ATTENTIVE MOMMY although I know my daughter all too well and I figured it was probably something comical. Apparently my sweet precious angel had smuggled a small pebble from the playground and then skillfully wedged it in her left nostril at nap time, just for grins. Luckily she found it none too comfy and she told her teacher who kept her cool and skillfully avoided a trip to the ER by handing Caitlin a tissue and asking her to blow her nose. The pebble emerged from it’s dank, dark home lickety split. Her teacher had even wrapped the evidence in plastic (it was clean, thank you) and put it in a plastic baggie so she could show me. Caitlin has a thing for rocks. She had just collected a few small ones Sunday during a trip to the park with the hubby and then turned all HGTV on me and insisted on adding the rocks to the bottom of her fish’s tank. She loves to collect rocks, but the inserting a souvenir pebble up the nose is a new trick and hopefully one she will never do again. Whew.
