We've just had our first actual bead injury requiring actual medical treatment this afternoon. I'm feeling rather punk, so I was sleeping when DD woke me up. "Mama, wake up -- K. just got hurt with a bead. We need you."
I went into the living room to discover K. looking sheepish and holding one ear. According to the girls, K was doing her hair and a bead "just happened to fly into her ear."
Damn those flying beads.
I looked in the kid's ear, and realized that this was something I didn't want to attempt. She had taken her finger and shoved the bead in so deeply that I could barely see it. (No, I don't know what kind of bead it was; and I really don't want it back)
The girl's mother is an RN in a pediatrician's office, so after calling the mom to tell her of the horrible tragedy, I dropped the girl off at her Mom's work. Mom was half laughing that she'd never live it down at work, since it's usually three year olds that have things stuck in their ears. K. is almost fourteen and is darned close to six feet tall.
I think I'm blaming Ken or Zeebree. heh, heh, heh.
Kathy N-V