The Raisin

Yesterday we were gearing up to leave for church. We were walking the tight line between being barely on time and running late (normal). I was sneaking a few bites of coffee cake finishing gathering things in the kitchen when BJ comes in and calmly states that he thinks we may have an emergency. My mind started reeling as he said the word Pierce next and trying to imagine what he was going to say next. Sadly vomit came to mind, although I know to most normal people this does not constitute an emergency. He proceeded to tell me that while I had been upstairs getting ready and he was getting the boys dressed, Pierce had told him that he had a raisin in his nose. He kept digging at it, but BJ just kept telling him it was just a booger he could get later. (Pierce is a very determined nose picker at times. Comes with the Type A personality I suppose.) He was buckling Pierce in the car and Pierce kept saying he had a raisin in his nose. For whatever reason, BJ started believing him and came to tell me. At this age I tend to believe these kinds of things, because why would he make this up? Although I also wonder about the why of sticking a raisin up one's nose in the first place.

Pierce wasn't panicking or in pain, so that helped. I called our peds office and went to the answering service who was in the middle of taking my information to have an on call someone call me back. We had looked and couldn't see anything, but I figured that having to take him in to Children's Mercy was probably inevitable just to be sure. Again, I was grateful no one was panicked or in pain so that made this whole thing a lot easier. I was walking into the garage as BJ was buckling Pierce back in. We had decided to proceed on with church since he was acting normally and then seeing what the dr said. As I was finishing up giving her the info, all of a sudden Pierce sneezed into the cloth BJ had been having him blow into and BJ excitedly exclaimed, "He sneezed it out!". I quickly told the receptionist that the crisis had been averted and the raisin had been sneezed out! I hung up and we all 4 started cracking up. BJ told me later that the crazy part was that the raisin came out the other nostril from the one it had evidently started in. Gracious! We all had a good laugh, but then had to calmly and seriously explain to both boys that we never put anything in our noses. I hope the message was received. The adventures continue, but we dodged another bullet....or raisin.