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February 20, 2010

pink M&Ms



Let's set the scene.


Adorable son, TMan, not quite two years old, sitting on couch. Adorable husband, Kingdaddy, sitting on floor facing TMan. They are doing their little father-son routine (tease, tickle, talk, giggle, etc.). It's Valentine's Day and there is an abundance of Valentine's candy around. Kingdaddy decides to share some with TMan, as we talk about our day. 

"Blah, blah, blah, got some nice flowers from one of my students, wasn't that so sweet?" says me.

"Yeah, blah, blah, blah,." says Kingdaddy.

I begin to notice that TMan doesn't look very comfortable all of a sudden. He has a strange look on his face - intense, yet uncomfortable at the same time.

Kingdaddy: "You didn't put an M&M up your nose did you?"

Me: "Oh, Lord"

Kingdaddy: "Hey, go get me a flashlight" (this is being said as he holds an unhappy TMan's head back and fruitlessly peers up the boy's nostrils. Did I mention that we live in a house so naturally "dark" that it's like a cave?)

I follow orders and bring Kingdaddy the flashlight.

We take turns shooting golden rays up our son's nose, desperately trying to see...anything.

We agree that all we see is what is supposed to be up there when you're sick and we go about our business.

TMan continues to look uncomfortable & unsure, and he sounds a little stuffy in a weird sort of way.

I keep staring at TMan.

Even in the darkness of the afternoon light, I can see something...what is that? Oh my heavens, it's pink...it's a pink trickle...a powder puff, pastel pink shade of trickle coming out of my baby's nose...OMG.

I report back to Kingdaddy, who has now moved on to his favorite computer games, and he insists it's gotta be unlikely, because we looked and didn't see anything.(Typical man.)

The phone rings. Kingdaddy takes care of that while I continue to stare up my son's nostrils with the now-retrieved flashlight for the second time.

More pink trickle, albeit very faint. I then tell Kingdaddy, "I swear I think there's an...."

and that's when it happens....



ACHOOO!!!


and we have in our midst, just in time for Valentine's Day...


Chocolate Snot!

OMG!!! I began hacking and grabbing at the tissue box, wishing I hadn't just witnessed such abuse of chocolate and unsure as to if  I'll ever be able to look at an M&M the same way again. 



As I continued to wipe, and wipe, and wipe, I had to wonder - just how much chocolate is IN a single M&M anyway? 

So - how was YOUR Valentine's Day?   






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8 comments:

Anonymous said...

OMG!! You had me crying w/laughter & I've heard the story before. Poor little guy - I bet he thinks twice before doing something like that again. Then again, he's of the male species so he may try to see if he has the same result if he tries the same thing again, lol. Love the story & I'm glad you didn't do something like this when you were his age.

Kel said...

Too Funny! Happy Friday!
Kel
http://betweenthelines-kam.blogspot.com

Kel said...

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Martha Giffen said...

Good one! A day in the life of a Mom :)

Mari said...

Why did I read this at work? I'm going to burst my side trying to keep from LOL!!! Oh. My. I love your son. And since M&Ms have now been proven to be stuffed full of chocolate, I'll be purchasing some for self. Thanks :)

Rachel Cotterill said...

Oh boy. At least it was a chocolate one, not peanut!

Visiting to welcome you to SITS :)

Susie said...

Oh no!!

I am here to welcome you to SITs! I hope you are enjoying the party:-)

hotpants™ said...

That's so funny. So far that hasn't happened to my kids. *knocks on wood*

Welcome to SITS. We're happy to have you.