This morning, about halfway through breakfast, Paul announced to me "I've got a Nerd in my nose."
"A Nerd? How did it get there?"
"I don't know!"
Hmm. So I tried having him blow his nose. I tried tweezers. No luck. (Of course it didn't help that he kept digging around up there with his finger, pushing it deeper.) As I was standing there trying to figure out what to try next, he sneezed. Voila! A nerd went bouncing across the floor.
We had a little talk about NEVER putting ANYTHING up our noses.
It's gonna be a fun day.
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