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It's Different When It's YOUR Kid

Popcorn boy is alive and well. We took him to the Ear, Nose and Throat (heretofor known as ENT) doc this morning. He looked in both ears, saw the popcorn in the left ear and said he could get it out. I asked him to look up his nose just in case. People........I don't know if I should be proud or embaressed. The child had something up his nose as well. So the doc, who shares the same name as an animated character, tells us he can take care of it tomorrow morning. That was NOT going to work at all for us and I let him know. Here's the deal: We have one working car and even that one is limping. Kirk had to take unpaid time off to come with. UNPAID folks. We wouldn't miss that if I went unpaid like I did a couple days last week but for the husband to go unpaid? No no no. I beg him to to extract everything that doesn't belong in my child TODAY. Bless their hearts, the hospital squeezed us in.

If your young one needs to have minor surgery (though no surgery is minor) ask if they can get Versed (pronounced VER-said). It's an amnesia type drug. In adults, we get tired but kids? They get stoned out of their everloving minds. I truly wish I had the camera with. This kid was so hopped up on the ganja like meds. He sat in the chair and kept taking deep breaths going, "Ahhhh". Then he would look at us all and just smile.

When they went to wheel him back though, it wasn't funny. They had to put him under anesthesia and that can just make a mom demand a valium so quickly. Off we sent our mischevious son and we went to the cafeteria. We got down there and then we were called to come back up. He was done. That's right. He was in there for about, oh, 8 minutes. It was a popped piece of popcorn in his ear and up his nose, he managed to fit a balled up chunk of paper. I'm shaking my head and sighing as I type this.

But the boy will live to see another day.

Now Sophia is having hissy fits all night tonight, yanking at the ears. No popcorn for her but I think we may have an ear infection in our house. Yikes.

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