My Tire!!!!

What was a seemingly uneventful day turned into a comedy of errors at the Taylor household.

I was upstairs getting ready for an evening of Bunco Fun, while Riley was downstairs watching Tigger and Pooh when I heard a muffled cry followed by "My Tire!" Riley has a few cars that the wheels come off and you can change them so I figured he needed help attaching a new one. I went downstairs and asked Riley where the tire was he needed help with and was greeted with an unpleasant "it's in my nose!" No people I am not KIDDING my darling boy stuck a tire UP HIS NOSE!!!!!

I am the worst person ever in a crisis. I of course am freaking out, which in turn is freaking Riley out. I call Mat and tell him I need him to come home NOW because Riley has stuck a tire up his nose. I won't even type what came out of Mat's mouth but it was something like "Are you kidding me" add a few choice words in there...you get the idea. I follow with a "no I am not kidding and I don't know what to do." Luckily Mat is calm in these sorts of situations. He tells me where the flashlight is and where the tweezers are (that I was just using minutes before mind you) and tells me to try and see if I can actually see the tire and to try and get it out.

We hang up and I look up his nose and low and behold there is a tire up my kids nose. Now I am sorry but WTF???? (which does not stand for WHY THE FACE?) Who does this sort of thing??? Certainly not my child. I tried unsuccessfully to get the tire out with tweezers, a bent bobby pin, my finger (which did not fit in his nose) all while Riley is in hysterics. I finally call Mat back and tell him we are going to have to take him to the DR.

I call the Dr's Office and ask if they still do urgent care. The nurse asks me what the trouble is and I tell her I have a three year old with a toy car tire stuck up his nose. With a laugh she tells me to just bring him in and they will fit him in right away.

Mat makes it home about this time so he takes Riley to the Dr's office. They end up sticking some device in his nostril to open it up and then it takes a few times to extract the tire, but they did in fact get it out. They then got flu shots (hey he's already traumatized, why not get it all over with in one fail swoop) which Mat tells him they have to get because he stuck stuff up his nose. Perhaps not the best parenting tool but if it prevents him from sticking objects up his nose we will deal with the fallout.

Needless to say Riley is fine and you would never know of his tragic loss of one white match box truck, which Mat threw away, because to put it bluntly he was not washing his nose crap off of the tire to put it back on the truck.

What to do with him....he is showing me more and more each day that he will without a doubt give us a run for our money.

1 match box truck- $1.00
1 trip to the Dr's Office $30.00
2 buckets of balls at the golf course to calm daddy down $10.00
Having this story to tell all our family and friends- PRICELESS