There’s nothing like play dough up a nose to ruin your day.
I suppose it’s better than a marble – but worse than a pea, which I’m told usually breaks down quickly.
Quite frankly it never entered my mind that my three-year-old would shove it up his schnoz (yes this is an actual word now according to the dictionary!)
I thought he was content enough to have the occasional lick or nibble, which I often turn a blind eye to, especially if it gives me 30 minutes peace.
So I was packing for a weekend away when the incident occurred – I can’t even remember saying yes to letting him use the play dough.
In my defense, I was pretty preoccupied, he could have asked me for a pack of cigarettes and I would have said “yes my darling”.
The Husband said he saw him picking his nose – nothing new here – but also pushing something up the other nostril.
He proudly told us he had put play dough up his nose and despite my frantic attempts to remove it with tweezers I couldn’t.
Hubby took him to doctor who referred him to the ED because he wasn’t sure he could
was too scared to remove it!
We got there after walking 20 minutes in the dark and were both starving and thirsty.
(not to mention is was 5pm on a Friday – my tipple time).
The result was he had to get an outpatient appointment because ED doctor was not keen to dabble in the nose area – best left to the ENT specialists.
This suited me, I just wanted to get home and pack for my camping trip the next day! (mother of the year)
The whole incident got me thinking about how we trust our small kids a lot more than we should – well I do anyhow!
But then I suppose if I followed them around all day they’d start to hate me more
than they already do.
Not to mention I’d start to morph into a helicopter mum and be obsessed with their every move!
They would also become a lot more sneaky than they already are – which is VERY sneaky!
My schoolie is banned from going to the tuckshop until she starts eating what we eat without a fuss – so she snuck some of her pocket money to take to use instead.
While I quietly applaud this resourcefulness, it scares me to think what she’ll be like a teen.
But I suppose it’s about taking calculated risks.
For example, I leave my five-year-old girl in the bath for a few minutes while I do a quick tidy up – but I make her sing the whole time so I know she’s okay.
That’s probably why she’s so good at singing Gangnam Style – whoop whoop!
(As an aside if you want a PC version for your kids – why not teach them to sing – “Heeyyy chips and gravy whoop” must more appropriate for a five-year-old than Heeyy Sexy Lady me thinks).
I will also let my 21-month-old climb on and off the trampoline while I hang out the washing.
For me, it’s about having to let go or else I’d go silly stressing about them every second of the day.
However – there is always a downside.
Bet you’re glad you didn’t have to mop up that egg at 6am this morning – GROSS!
Moral of the story:
DON’T BE A LAZY ASS AND GET OUT OF BED WHEN YOU HEAR THE FRIDGE DOOR OPEN!
What has your child put up his or her nose?
Are you a heli mum/dad or someone who let’s them learn the hard way?
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