Or should I say pom pom.
It's been one of those weeks. There I was anticipating time to myself after a busy child-filled Christmas. But no. Smaller daughter started school nursery this week but only for what felt like a minute or two in the morning. And on Thursday morning, taller daughter came down with something, which meant I had two at home most of the time and one ill one (i.e. bored and cross) all the time. So no cleaning, tidying, gardening, chicken management (and as we know, they do need managing right now) and no pottering.
And then, just as Tom had arrived for a very brief dinner en famille, smaller daughter turned round and said "I've done something stupid with a pom pom and it's up my nose". Well at least she was self aware to know she was a prat. Cue mad rushing around to find tweezers while shouting at small child not to breathe through her nose. And then mad rushing next door when tweezers were not forthcoming. Ever turned up on your neighbours' doorstep to ask for tweezers to extract a pom pom from your child's nose? Thought not. Extraction was easy, pom pom was larger than expected and child was surprisingly untraumatised. Parents may not have been quite so calm. Oh and by the way, if you meet said small child any time soon, DON'T MENTION IT. I told her I'd keep it in the family so clearly shouldn't be blogging about it, but it's been one of those weeks.