My three-year-old just came up to me and said, "Mom, I have a fruit snack up my nose."
"What?" I replied.
"I have a fruit snack up my nose."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yep," he said.
"Are you really, really sure you have a fruit snack up your nose?"
"Well, why is there a fruit snack up your nose?" I asked.
"I wanted to see how high I could make it go," he replied.
Oh my. So I just called my hubby, who is now on his way home so I can take our nose-blocked three-year-old to the doctor to have the offending fruit snack removed.
How's your day going?