So I turned around and went over to Grayson, who had is finger wayyy up his nose, and asked him if he had put a Cheerio up his nose. He silently nodded yes. Geez. OK - but then I thought he may not be telling the truth, it could just be his finger. So I ever so gently reach over and put my fingers on either side of his nose to see if I can FEEL something crammed up there - and it crunches. Crap. There is a Cheerio up there.
As I am trying to get the now crunched Cheerio out his nose (we are not going to the ER to have this thing extracted - I am going to get it out myself even if it means we knock him out with Benadryl and I use long tweezers), I hear Gabe behind me ask why he can't get the tasty square in his nose.
OMG. Why would a child cram cereal up his nose??
I finally get the Cheerio out with much squirming and grossness only to see Grayson try to cram ANOTHER one up the other side of his nose not 5 minutes later. I cannot fathom how this is funny, fun, or in any way a good idea - and yet, they both thought it was riot.