Some of you faithful readers will recall the "original Cheerio incident" of 2010.
Well, yesterday we had ourselves the sequel. I left Edie downstairs watching morning cartoons and munching on dry Cheerios in the living room while heading upstairs for a quick shower. When I exited the bathroom, all sounded peaceful downstairs so I ambled into the bedroom to get dressed. While standing in the bedroom with my pants unzipped and no shirt on, I heard Edie go totally ballistic downstairs. Like, Defcon Level 5 hysterics. I booked it downstairs while pulling on a shirt to be greeted by a naked kid (this not relevant to the story but added to the general ridiculousness of the situation because she was totally dressed when I left her downstairs not 6 minutes prior). She was flailing around, and kept screaming "We need to go to the doctor! THE DOCTOR!! I stuck a Cheerio up my NOSE!!!!!" I looked up her nose and saw nothing - the Cheerio had obviously traveled a great distance.
Long story short -- I got caught up in the hysterics for a minute, thinking, "GREAT. Just how I wanted to spend my Saturday morning - at the Urgent Care Clinic." before it dawned on me that I could probably solve this problem on my own. I told her to chill the fuck out, plugged the empty nostril and told her we might not have to go to the hospital (which seemed to freak her out the most) if she blew her nose super hard at the count of 3.
Three seconds later, I was holding a disgusting Cheerio in my hand. For the second time in 3 years.
Crises averted. We spent our morning at the farmers market instead of Children's Hospital.