"Daddy, I put corn up my nose!"

Vasco was so proud of himself. I was, well..I had no idea what to do. The tweezers were no where to be found and the corn was seemingly drifting upward, so I called Aunt Sue, who calmly asked if Vasco could blow it out. Indeed, he did...for a split second the tiny piece of corn turned into a rocket, which shot across the table to the humor of both kids. Although I explained to Vasco that he shouldn't put corn up his nose, I think the only lesson learned was to serve corn only on the cob!