In her handbag you say? Well nope. OK then in her mouth? Again, I wish. An ear? Getting warmer. Did I hear you say her nose! Spot on!
I have no idea what prompted the incident but we were in Spotlight to get a crochet hook (I can't but desperately want to learn to crochet) and the two little ferals were chasing each other and generally being silly when Charlotte comes to me and announces "Mum, I need help". "For what" was my reply when she starts pointing, rubbing and complaining about her nose. For a few minutes at least I couldn't work out what was going on then I tipped her head back a bit and could see something wedged in there. I asked her what it was and she picked up one of the tiny sytrofoam balls on the ground and announced she had put it up her nose because " I thought it would be funny"!
Not so funny was the doctors bill to get it removed, nor trying to hold a toddler down while they insert BIG tweezers in her nose to get it out but it was slightly funny when you realise you can make your grandparents, the spotlight staff, a doctor, nurse and the receptionist laugh when your mother has to announce that there is a ball wedged in your nose.