A while later, she came down complaining that her nose hurt. I had a hard time understanding what was going on. She told me she put something in it. I asked her what. She said it was something from the crib. I asked her to show me. She took me upstairs and pointed to a screw hole. I didn't see anything there. She pointed to a different screw hole. I did not know what was going on. At one point she said it was feeling better. Then she complained again that it hurt. The whole discussion was very confusing, and what she was saying didn't totally make sense. I finally figured out, however, that she had, indeed, shoved something up her nose, and it was still there. Fortunately I was able to get it out without much difficulty. It was this oddly shaped little piece of wood:
That was the first time any one of my kids ever stuck something up her nose, and I hope it was the last. Silly Tiny.
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My worst fear (ok, not worst. But high up there)
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