Have you ever wondered why perfectly normal and intelligent children sometimes do incredibly ridiculous things?
So do I.
Today, I was treated to the joy of removing a pearly pink pony bead from Little Sprout's nose. It was a good thing that plugging the opposite nostril and telling her to blow hard was sufficient to shoot that little thing across the room, as I am unsure where the tweezers are.
When asked why in the world she thought her nose was a good place for a bead, Little Sprout replied:
"I dunno, but it hurt my nose!"
Let's all hope she learned her lesson, hmmm?