I have been quite adventurous this week. I knew that I discussed my popping a squat escapade yesterday. I forget to mention that I learned that dad is tough.
You see, dad in always spraying himself with yummy smelling perfume. He aims it at himself... And pow, he smells good.
I figured I'd give it a try. I used whatever dad left on the back of the toilet. One spritz towards my face and... Owwww...my eyes started to water and I decided that I am not man enough to wear cologne... It's so not worth the pain!!
Which then leads to life lesson #3 this week. It goes a little somethin like this:
I was on the playground, hanging with my buddies. We were shooting the breeze when we started to get goofy. I always love to pick my nose, so I decided I would do a little magic trick. So, when no one was looking, I hid a rock in my nose, planning on picking it out and getting a roaring applause.
Or course, it was a great idea in theory, but the reality is that I couldn't get it out.
Luckily I go to the best daycare ever, and it's a hop skip and a jump from the clinic, so off to urgent care we went!!
I sat there for a bit, with Tammy, and then mom came busting into the room. How embarrassing. I must admit that I was sort of happy to see her.
Dr.Post helped me get the rock out of my nose, it was no day at the beach, but we got it done. The doctor stuck a thin tube up my nose and on the end was a balloon. He stuck the tube up past the rock, then put air in the balloon, pulled down and out slid the rock. And I mean slid... It was slimy! Worked like a charm!
Or course I am going to hear about this all week long... I am going to tune out mom's lectures of what I am allowed to stick up my nose. It's a short list.