Elliot Jane and the Curse of the Purse

I wasn't quite ready to wake up from my nap. Elliot, however, was done having her quiet time. She wasn't listening to my request to go and play for a few more minutes until her brother woke up. I was lying in bed wishing the nap could go on and that the whining would stop and she was on the floor-as this is the place to be when things aren't going your way. She was (evidently) playing with a minnie mouse kinder surprise toy that had from the start caused her nothing but grief as it never stayed together. In hind sight we should've just thrown it out (hind sight, ha!!). She had already shed many irrational tears over the frustration of this toy. 

All of a sudden she gets up in a panic saying 'I can't get the purse out, I can't get the purse out! The purse is stuck in my nose!'  For starters, WHAT?! Secondly, you put things in your nose?? The kid who as a baby never put anything in her mouth, nose, ears etc. I have never once worried about her. I'm sure if we had lego when she was a baby I wouldn't have batted an eye at her playing with it because she just never put things in her orfaces. 

I'm awake now. We tried blowing, nothing. I tried pepper to make her sneeze, nothing. I tried seeing it with a flashlight, nothing. I'm beginning to really hope we are not becoming a little person who lies for attention because I am resorting to having to take you to emerg to see if they can extract this bloody purse and I would really rather not. 

We go. Now, if you know me you know how vomit completely undoes me and sends me irrationally disinfecting surfaces in my house. So naturally, upon arriving 2 of the 4 triage seats have those kidney shaped bowls of vomit sitting on them. Great. While sitting there trying to position myself to not see them we get to listen to someone puking in the washroom (that's how loud it was) for about 5 minutes. I'm officially nauseous. And I'm thinking that there had better be a purse in your nose or that maybe since it's not bothering you AT ALL you could just live with this little extra.

We wait for a good hour and a half. In that time I think she touched her mouth about one thousand times. Sigh. Here's Elliot killing time and being silly, I was taking pictures and praying against the hospital germs.

We finally get into the back and the doctor comes right away. He looks up her nose and can't see anything either. I'm thinking please be up there or this is nuts! Then he says 'there is one more thing we can try before having to do an x-ray'. He tells me to plug her other nostril and cover her mouth with mine and blow really hard. I went ahead and added that statement to the list of things I never thought I'd hear.  

You want my mom to do what?!

I stood there for about a minute with a stupid 'are you serious?' grin on my face wondering if he just suggested what I thought he suggested. He had. So...I did it. A huge glob of snot shot out and hit my cheek. I wiped it off and low and behold a tiny purse had emerged. The doctor and I shared a laugh at the absurdity. Now if only we could both erase the memory...

Reunited and it feels so good!

Elliot was a trooper. I'm relieved the purse was there because at least that means she's not becoming a tiny little liar. We decided a date was in order so off to Pita Pit we went. I ordered her the same pita she devoured the last time we were there. Of course she didn't like it this time. I am reminded for the second time that day that toddlers truly are irrational human beings.