Operation: The Home Game...

A few days ago, Isabel sheepishly asked for a kleenex. When she snuck away to use it in another room, my dad-radar went off. She wasn't too happy that I followed her, and asked me for some privacy. After some coaxing, she said she was trying to 'blow' a polly shoe out of her nose.

W-H-A-T!

She laid down and, sure enough, the polly shoe was way-way-way up there. I don't want to gross anyone out, but we're talking past the bridge of the nose.

Anyway... I got to play a little game of operation. Sarah was walking in during the process, and all I said was, "trust me, you don't want to come into the house right now."

Here's what Sarah saw when I gave her the 'all clear' to come inside...

(Note: The dime was there for reference only)