Pearoast time
When I was a young-un, my little (two years younger than me) sister had a habit, as young things do, of sticking things where they shouldn't go. (I sincerely hope this fad has passed).

One day she was experimenting with a bead. "Ah" thinks this young inquisitive mind, just the right size for a nostril. So up it goes, lost to all. Not a panic moment, at least not until the blood started to pour out. Thankfully mummy was quite perceptive and realised something wasn't quite as it should be and rushed her (and me by proxy) to hospital for removal of said nasal obstruction.

In her worried motherly haste, she bundled us out of the car, closing the door as she turned to the A+E entrance. Little sis' head, sadly was in the path of the car door and after a resounding crunch/scream/plop the bead flew out and little sis smiles again. Back into the car and home again.

Never let either of them forget that one.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Sat 13 Feb 2010, 13:51, 2 replies)

even better
the second time - that is ace. clicky
(Subway Riding the rails underground, Sat 13 Feb 2010, 18:21, closed)

Thank you,
I never tire of it!
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Sat 13 Feb 2010, 19:41, closed)