I think I've just encountered a mom-of-boy rite of passage.
Mildly frantic call from the top of the stairs: "Mama! It's stuck up my nose!"
It was a potpourri bead. Apparently, it just smelled so good that he couldn't get enough of it. Just your average Friday morning around here.
2 comments:
i felt that way with the two scraped knees in two days situation of earlier this week. got to love boys! ;)
Hilarious!
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