The obligatory bead
Well, I guess my child had to go through her rite of passage. Yesterday, I was at a coffee shop, meeting with a friend. We were just finishing up, when Adrianna, who had been calmly beading a necklace the whole hour we were there, started screaming. My friend looked at her, and asked, "Oh, did you put one of those beads in your nose?!" Through her screams, Adrianna nodded. I tried not to turn into terrified mom, but I know I was not in my calmest state. I looked at her nose, saw no bead, and asked her to blow. She has never been an excellent blower, and tends to suck in, rather than blow out. That's what she did, and it scared me even more. While she continued to scream, the people at the coffee shop stared, and I hurriedly gathered our belongings, told my friend that I was off to urgent care, and fled for the car. From the car, I called Scott, and asked him to call Adrianna's pediatrician, to see if they could fit her in. He called me back, telling me that th...