A few weeks ago Truman stuck a pony bead up his nose–I should have learned this lesson then, but I didn’t.
This afternoon, we had some neighbors at our house, one of which got a bad bloody nose. I was attending to that situation, when I heard Truman say, “Mama, I found a Bowling Ball”, I looked across the yard to see Truman holding a marble in his left hand.
I thought in my head, as soon as I get this (bloody nose situation) under control, I need to run over there and grab that “Bowling Ball”.
I don’t like small things. I despise pony beads (especially now, after having Truman stuff one up his nose) but I HATE marbles and bouncy balls. They scare me, I have heard SO MANY horror stories from my Aunt Sue and Uncle Ken, (she was an EMT and he is a Fireman), about children choking on them, I try not to have them in my home, Truman found the marble somewhere outside in our backyard.
By the time the situation with the blood and the nose was under control, I went to find Truman. He no longer was holding the marble, and was staring into a hole in the post of his bed, and saying “Uh-oh Mama, My Ball Stuck”. My first thought, Thank Goodness it was in the bed and not his mouth where the marble was stuck.
Now, I had a dilemma, and my next thought, “the hole where the marble was stuck, was also the hole that enabled the bed to turn from a single bed to bunk bed. Ah, Crap.”
I had to get that marble out, or else these beds would never be bunkbeds. And believe you me, I was going to get this marble out because there was no way this marble could be that stuck, and there was not way that my boys weren’t going to use these beds as bunk beds.
Boy was I wrong about the marble not being that stuck.
First I flipped the bed upside down,
Then I wiggled the bed, in an attempt to loosen the marble.
It wasn’t working.
So I flipped the bed right side up, and tried to scrape the marble out, using my seam unpicker that happened to be the closest tool I could find, but
Nope, not budging.
Then I had, what I think, is an ingenious Idea. I thought, “If I drill a hole in the marble, then I can ease it out”
A great idea in theory.
As soon as I got the drill in the right position, the marble would roll. Not as good of an idea as I thought, but there seemed to be hope, that is why I drilled for about 35 minutes .
Then I thought, why am I drilling this, when it is glass?
I went to the tool box, got a screwdriver and a hammer, and chiseled until I got that marble out. It shattered and came out in pieces, but it came out.
But now, back to the age old question, Why must children try to find small spaces like noses and bed holes to stick bigger things into? Can’t we learn this same concept with a shape sorter?