Trace: Mom why are there holes in my nose?
Me: So you can breathe.
(5 minutes elapse as I do dishes)
Trace: Mom where's my raisin?
Me: I don't know where is it?
T: (Pointing to his nose) In there!
And so began raisin gate 2007. I spent the next half hour trying to keep a manic little boy to lay still long enough that I could fish a raisin out of his nose, and boy did he get it up there. I got to one point where I thought we'd have to call Cory home from pack meeting and head into the emergency room to have it fished out professionally. What fun it is to be a mom! I guess we'll just add this to the list of things we've had to dig out of Trace which also includes cardboard from his ear, and peas from his nose. I guess I better go, I just looked over and my son has stuck another raisin up his nose!...
(another 30 minutes)
OK the raisin has been extracted and all remaining raisins have been hidden. Have a wonderful Christmas and may it be raisin nose free!