Wednesday, June 15, 2005

how, exactly, did it get there?

VBS ads some interesting variety to the church secretary's day ... a little boy comes to the office, "there's a piece of plastic in my nose."

Oh. OK.

I don't suppose "reboot, and see if it fixes the problem" is a workable solution?

Trinka ... who's not really had any experience in this area ...

3 comments:

Carol L said...

I have, but only as one in the same place as the kid.

When I was about 5 or 6, I stuck a plastic bead up my nose. It was up in there pretty deep. My dad was as good a surgeon as any doctor (he'd taken some veterinary science courses in college and was actually studying to become a veterinarian at one time). All it took for me was my dad and a pair of tweezers.

Since having my dad there isn't an option, it may require emergency room attention if it's in there deep enough...

Anonymous said...

The coat... I'd never thought about him losing two. I think the point is, Joseph would have been better off with a nice sweater.

Trinka said...

Thanks for your thoughts on the mantle Carol - they were a blessing! And the sugar situation is one others have mentioned before. I think the idea of it being a bit addictive has merit. The little boy's mom took him home, and was able to use tweezers to get whatever-it-was out, and he was back for the afternoon sessions.

Cliff ... hmmm ... that's an interesting thought. I'll keep it in mind. ;) How are the baby-boomers columns coming along?