extraction

I thought it was a riddle or a question game. It wasn't.

Dennis: "Mommy, where's my raisin?"

Me: "I don't know. Where is your raisin? Did you drop it?" (grabs box)

Dennis: "No, I didn't drop it."

Me: "There are plenty more raisins in the box; eat those." (hands box to Dennis)

Dennis: "WHERE'S MY RAISIN?!" (strange sniffing, nasal exhaling, points to noise)

Me: "You didn't!"

Dennis: (nods, continues to point to nose) "Yep"

Me: "Did you put a raisin in your nose?"

Dennis: "Yes. I need some help." (begins to cry)

Me: "We are going down the road. You'll have to wait a few minutes until we can stop." (asks Gran to pull over off interstate)

Dennis: (crying harder) "It hurts my boo-boo!" (continues to sniff and forcefully exhale through nose)

You haven't lived until you've had to extract a raisin from your child's nose on the side of the interstate on a rainy day. It was WAY up there in his nostril, but I had my handy-dandy tweezers on hand and soon saved the day.