Up the Nose

I am a copycat. I figure if everyone else has a blog, why can't I? Plus, since I don't seem to write anything in baby books, maybe I can just print off the pages of my blog and shove them into the baby books...and then it's all good.
John stuffed a cheerio up his nose last night. I was on the couch, finishing up some work since I was traveling back from Boca yesterday, when I heard lots of sneezing and other weird noises coming from our bedroom, where John was. I got off the couch and walked into the bedroom. I said "John, are you okay". Not really expecting anything to be wrong. He points to his nose and says "I put a Cheer-o up dere" (it is funnier if I write like he talks). I panicked, playing the movie in my head of us going to the ER, and the doctor sticking a horrible looking stick up his nose to pull it out. But, after a few good, hard blows into toilet paper, it came out. It was one of the fruity cheerios, so it was red, but not bloody. I was laughing, but then had to pull myself together so that we could sit down and talk about how serious this was. John understood and could see that I was crying. I will often make myself get some tears, when explaining a serious situation to him. It tends to make him pay a little more attention. After our talk I said "John, do we put things in our nose?" To which he replies "No, mommy, we don't put stuff in our noses, like Cheer-o's, or m&m's, or whistles tause that will hurt us and make our mommy cry". Point Taken.