Once, there was a girl who liked the color orange. She had curly hair, big blue eyes, and could hug you like nobody's business. She had a twin sister who liked to talk a lot.
One day, the girl went to Cafe Yumm with her family, and was enjoying a nice meal, including brown rice, Yumm sauce, a pb&j sandwich, chips, and milk. Delish! She had a small bag of things she was playing with toward the end of her meal, and in the bag was a red bean, about the size of a pea. The girl liked to play with the bean, rolling it between her fingers, and apparently, seeing what would happen if she stuck it up her nose.
"Mommy!" said the girl. "Bean up there!" pointing to her nose. Panic. Laughter! Panic. Concern. Perplexment. Distress!
The bean had been lodged up the girl's nose, and mommy couldn't even see it. What to do? Call the after hours nurse? Attempt to blow it out or otherwise remove it? Drop everything and race to Urgent Care? The family opted for options one and two.
Where could it go, anyway? It could get snorted up into a sinus cavity. It could come shooting out upon a forceful sneeze. It could get blown out eventually, or it could just stay in there for a while. Which sounded uncomfortable. Imagine the conversation at day care drop off: "She's doing great this morning. She has a bean up her nose, but we're not concerned. Just so you know."
So the family raced home. Found a flashlight. Googled "bean up the nose." Called the night nurse. Google said to attempt suction. Which the family did - a nasal aspirator brought the bean into view. Progress! The sister helped by bringing various medical instruments to the dining room table, the scene of the extraction. The girl did not want the nasal aspirator or earwax removal tool anywhere near her nose, but was enticed by the promise of a cookie, and so relented.
Dad held the girl. Mom held the flashlight and the earwax removal tool. The bean was within easy reach. The earwax removal tool was pure genius! Bean removed!
Cookie consumed. Girls tucked into bed. Giant glass of wine consumed. The end!
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