I have to make this a quick one, because we are in the middle of the cartrip aftermath, which I’m sure you can imagine, isn’t too pretty. Just wanted all to know we are home safe and sound.
The highlight of our two-day, twelve-hours-of-driving trip home came only an hour into the drive. We thought we might have to abort the mission when Jonathan (4), who had been busy eating the lovely cherries Nana had kindly packed in a little ziplock bag for him, inexplicably decided to stick the pit of one of those cherries up his nose. For several panicky minutes, life was not a bowl of cherries. Thankfully, I was able to coach him to gently blow the thing back through the hole from whence it came. A funny moment happened a few hours later when Matt, who was hoping for a few tasty crumbs from the bottom of an empty Pringles container, discovered that said container had been the perfect receptacle for a snotty cherry pit. The moral? Never chug a Pringles can without checking to see what’s at the bottom.