Roger That

I received a call from Buddy’s school not too long ago that went something like this:

“You need to come to the school now.”

Many thoughts went through my head from Buddy being hurt to him being in trouble as I asked: “Why?”

“You will have to try to get this thing out or take him to a doctor so they can.”

At this point I was really glad I was sitting at my desk and not driving at the time. “Get what out?”

“A rock, it’s in his ear.”

So I made my way up to the school. It’s not a long trip, but on the way there I was trying to figure out what would posses him to stick a rock in his ear. He never went through that phase of sticking things up his nose or in his ears. When I got there he was sitting in the nurse’s room, a big smile on his face.

“Mom, it’s in there deep.”

I turned his head, and sure enough there was a pebble wedged in his ear as far as his little finger could push it. I figured I would try to get it out before running to the doctor’s office. So with some very pointy tweezers in hand, I started toward him. He did a great job shoving that thing in. There was no room to get the tweezers in. I’m sure from an outside perspective the entire process was quite comical. I was tugging his ear and head in all sorts of directions trying to dislodge the rock.

Finally the rock made its way out of his ear. I then asked him if there were anymore we needed to be worried about. Luckily he said there weren’t. Since the school day wasn’t finished, I began to walk him back to his classroom and I had to ask:

“Buddy, what made you think it would be a good idea to stick a rock in your ear?”

His answer wasn’t what I expected, it was better.

“Well Mom, we were playing soldier and I needed a way for command to talk to me, so I put the receiver in my ear.”

He said it so matter-of-factly that it made perfect sense. How many times have we watched people with bluetooth devices for their phones with something stuck in their ears, or soldiers in movies with the receivers there as well? I couldn’t fault him for the imaginative play (it was actually fairly ingenious to me) because I’m always telling him to make up his own adventures. I didn’t have it in me to reprimand him after that, so I just asked him to not stick anything anywhere it doesn’t belong from now on. His response:

“I think I’ll stick with walkie-talkies from now on Mom.”

Advertisements

~ by blacktoprhoades on June 13, 2011.

One Response to “Roger That”

  1. Little boys. Gotta love ’em. Glad I had girls…oh wait, one of them stuck a rock up their nose. Never mind.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: