A Little Crazy

WC climbed in the car the other evening when I picked him from day camp and half way down the road, out of the blue, he announced:

"I got a bead stuck up my nose today."

Me: "What?!?"

"Oh, don't worry, they got it out."

Me still really confused why a six year old is sticking stuff in his nostrils: "Why?!"

"I got a little crazy today."

 

I drop the conversation, because, what can I really say to that?

 

Yesterday he brought it up again.

 

"You remember when I got a bead stuck up my nose at camp?"

Me: "I recall the story...You know you aren't supposed to stick things in there, right?"

"I was putting this yellow bead in my nose and blowing it out seeing how far I could make it fly across the table. And when I inhaled I sucked it up and the teacher had to use a pen cap and gloves to get it."

Me: "Please tell me this wasn't during lunch."

"Nope...snack."

 

Sometimes it really is best not to ask for details.

 

Incidentally the bead that was being used as a nasal projectile was awarded for good behavior. I'm guessing they didn't revoke it because they really didn't want the bead back...I wouldn't.