The Red Pony Bead

“Do you remember when P got that bead stuck up her nose?” C asked as we coasted down the hill towards the beach. The sun was shining, the sky cerulean blue now that the morning fog had cleared in celebration of the first official day of summer.

“How could I forget?” I replied dramatically.

“Didn’t you get it out with the nose sucker thing?” C tried to remember.

I shook my head. We did try the NoseFrida when P was two and stuck the red plastic pony bead up her left nostril, but it hadn’t worked. At first, I thought I could grab the bead with the tweezers, but it was too tight to grasp around it. Then I tried bending a bobby pin to hook through the hole of the bead, but it was too slippery to get any traction. My hubby tried duck taping a straw to the end of the shop vac hose, but P was having none of that and wriggled free of our hold.

I called the after hour nurse line, left my information and was told I would receive a call from the on-call nurse soon. When 30 minutes passed without a call and bedtime was creeping nearer, I put P in her carseat and headed to our neighborhood urgent care, only to find that it had closed twenty minutes earlier at 7:00 p.m. I drove back home, sitting in the driveway and discussing what to do next with Hubby when my phone rang. It was the on-call nurse, and she knew just what to do.

“You know how I got the bead out?” I said, smiling at the memory. “I had to plug the nostril that didn’t have the bead in it, then I told P that the nurse said I had to give her a special kiss to get it out. And I put my mouth over hers and blew as hard as I could. And PING! The bead shot out of the nose! It was amazing!”

“Seriously?!” C couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, seriously, it was so cool!” But even better is that fact that I’ve never had to use that trick again.

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