Just blow..

My mother spent a small portion of my pre-school childhood as a working mother. And, as fortune would have it living in a small town where both she & my dad grew up, she had an aunt who lived just down the street. Aunt Gert watched me every day while Mom worked. I wasn't even 2 yet, so I don't remember any of this but the story goes like this....Aunt Gert called my mom at work and told her I had something in my nose and she couldn't see anything or get anything out. Fun thought, isn't it? Mom drove, or maybe she walked because she only worked about 2 blocks from Aunt Gert's house, and asked me what was in my nose. I told her it was a rock. She couldn't see anything. So Mom, being the genius that she is, held my other nostril shut & told me to "just blow". And I did. And sure enough, the rock came out! See, I TOLD you there was a rock in my nose! A mother's work is NEVER done. Now, just imagine telling YOUR boss that you have to leave for a few minutes because your child says there's something in her nose but the babysitter doesn't see anything...yeah right! Maybe this is why she came home not long after that...