Silly me, I thought that since Beast had turned three-and-a-half we had safely negotiated the era of Emergency Room Visits Thanks To Weird (Stuff) My Kid Did, but no.
Chopstick in the ear.
No eardrum puncture, no serious or lasting damage at all, just a bit of a scratch in the ear canal to keep an eye on while it heals up. It goes into the annals of Jones famililal greatness alongside yours truly's Great Raisins-Up-The-Nose Caper of '67. And the ER at Northern Dutchess Hospital gave us a 5% discount for dealing with our copay up front, which reminded me a little of George Carlin's old "Bud's Medical Center" bit (Bud's! Where all the sick people go!). But hey, a buck-seventy-five saved.
After posting this on Facebook, I heard from two friends who had both taken their kids to the ER in younger days to deal with...tiny doll shoes lodged in the nostrils. We must have missed that trend.
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Monday, May 4, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
NATURE ABHORS FREE TIME
(It might help if you envision me as Bob Newhart at this point.)
Rrring, rrring.
Yes?
Whothewhat?
Wrong bus?
But I'm NOT home.
It's Route 9. I can always make good time there... (/sarcasm)
4-1-1. It's what 555-1212 used to be.
Oh, hell. I'm a-s-a-p-ing it home, okay? Love you. Bye!
Half day at school today, see, and our best-laid plans to have Noodle spend the afternoon at her old nursery school and give me a hair of the ever-elusive Free Time were scotched when she wound up on the usual bus that takes her home instead of (as we requested) the bus that goes to her nursery school.
Worked out just fine in the end, though. Mrs. H down the street covered for us, and with her two daughters combined with my daughter there was a grand convergence of little-girl squealery from which it was difficult to extricate Noodle. Turns out both our homes are pretty much identical - and so if one of us gets the notion to upgrade the other finds themselves with plenty of spare parts!
I was looking forward to that nap, though.
Rrring, rrring.
Yes?
Whothewhat?
Wrong bus?
But I'm NOT home.
It's Route 9. I can always make good time there... (/sarcasm)
4-1-1. It's what 555-1212 used to be.
Oh, hell. I'm a-s-a-p-ing it home, okay? Love you. Bye!
Half day at school today, see, and our best-laid plans to have Noodle spend the afternoon at her old nursery school and give me a hair of the ever-elusive Free Time were scotched when she wound up on the usual bus that takes her home instead of (as we requested) the bus that goes to her nursery school.
Worked out just fine in the end, though. Mrs. H down the street covered for us, and with her two daughters combined with my daughter there was a grand convergence of little-girl squealery from which it was difficult to extricate Noodle. Turns out both our homes are pretty much identical - and so if one of us gets the notion to upgrade the other finds themselves with plenty of spare parts!
I was looking forward to that nap, though.
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