My mother likes to tell a story of how when I was a little boy I got a popcorn kernel stuck in my nose. I was shoving them up there and then doing snot rockets to shoot them across the room. I shoved one way up my nostril and my normal snot rocket procedure wasn’t working to blow it out. I immediately started freaking out with visions of corn stalks growing out of my nose.
I ran and told my Mom about my predicament and she, being so flustered about yet another trip to the emergency room, smacked me upside the head. This blow, combined with renewed mucus from the water works that had started, jarred the popcorn kernel loose.
Well today I received a call from my wife that started with the sentence any proud father loves to hear: Do you know what your son did?
I soon learned that he stuck play-doh up his nose and my wife had to grapple with him to get it out. Having heard my Mother tell the popcorn kernel story many o’ time my wife uttered the following statement upon first learning of my son’s deed: You are just like your father.
Yes, yes he is.
funny stuff,
I got a similar comment about me in relation to my dad (I dont have any kids yet) about my uncontrollable temper, a chair, my foot and its destruction.
It must be in the genes.
@Red: I really do think that temperament is at least partly genetic. The other part, I’m sure, is learned.
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So funny! That reminds me of a time when my brother was very young…he stuck a “fossil” up his nose (actually a pebble) which resulted in a trip to the ER. What is it with little boys sticking things up their noses?