I put David in his high chair, gave him his grilled cheese sandwich and walked away to go to the bathroom. I left the door open a little bit so I could still hear him if he needed me. All was calm for about 3 seconds before I heard him yelling "Stuck! Stuck!". Great. I finished up and went to check on him. I got to the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks when I realized he had chewed his grilled cheese sandwich sticks down to small bites, shoved them in his ears and gotten them stuck.
A good mom probably would have panicked right about now. A good mom would have rushed to his side to extract the greasy, cheesy bites from his ear canals. A good mom would have probably yelled at him. You know what I did? Laughed. Really hard. Then I ran to grab my camera. Then I laughed some more. I'm still laughing.
(P.S. The bites were never so far in there that they actually got stuck. He just loves to say that word now. He had them wedged in there so that they didn't fall out, but it didn't leave any crumbs when I got them out. There is no lasting damage. It all came out in one piece. )
Here he is trying to get a bite back out:
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