Shoe Nose

Oh yeah, so the medical highlight of our November took place Friday when Seth, who’d been unusually quiet in the car, reported that he’d put a shoe in his nose and that it was stuck. Despite previous warnings from Mom just that morning that raisins don’t belong in orifices, we found that there was indeed a foreign body in Seth’s nose—namely a Polly Pocket shoe. First, there was a debate between Anna and Seth on whether the shoe was pink, or purplish-pink. Then until its removal Jake would intermittently chime in, “I sure am glad I didn’t put a shoe in my nose.” To which Seth would lament, “Its going to be in there forever.” Ben was the only one without an opinion. It took 24 hours, a radiologist, a dentist, a mom, papoose restraints, an otoscope, a flashlight and some well designed dental forceps to remove the said shoe. It was like spelunking on minute scale. Seth somehow attributed the success of the procedure (probably because he was screaming and had his eyes closed) to Cousin Andy, even though Dad was the real extractor. Oh well we’re certain that Andy won’t mind the blessings Seth invoked on his behalf in his prayers last night.
Phew! What will next month bring--or dare we ask!?