That Boy, That Boy...

 

...will be the death of me.  You may or may not remember the coffee bean incident of last year in which John-Heath accidentally lodged one up his nose while riding in the buggy through the coffee aisle at Wal-mart.  Our local hospital ER nearly ended up sending him to Vanderbilt Children's Hospital for a surgical extraction.  Luckily, the third doctor to look at him decided to give one more idea a try and, voila, the coffee bean was freed from my son's nose.

Well yesterday he comes to me and says, "Mom, I think you may have to take me back to the hospital.  I got something else stuck up my nose."  Surely, he is joking.  Nope.  There, wedged in nice and tight was a little chunk of wax which he sucked up while sniffing a box of Hawaiian Pineapple Cilantro scented wax cubes.  He has always taken notice of how things smell...fruit, flowers, coffee, skunks, farts...so it really does not surprise me that he found himself smelling the wax.  I just wish he wouldn't stick the items so close to his nose.  Dyson vacuum cleaners have nothing on this kid's sniffer.

Tyla

P.S.  I need to send out a big, public HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my hubby, who is beginning his last year as a forty-something.  He still looks pretty good for such an old man, don't you think?  And he has nearly no gray hair which makes me super jealous and is just plain not fair.