When Rachel had just turned four, she had a "Bead Up Your Nose Moment." She actually gave the phrase meaning. I was very pregnant with Hannah and was in the garage assembling our new triple stroller. I heard PK yelling for me from inside the house. I thought he was saying Rachel had a bee in her nose, but he was saying bead. She had played with beads since she was old enough to string them. She was never one to put anything in her mouth and I never considered she would stick something up her nose.
The bead was just far enough up her nose that we couldn't reach it, so PK took her to the ER. The doctor came in with a bag of scary looking tools that he would need to safely remove the bead. He didn't want to traumatize Rachel, so he had one idea to try before using his tools. He had Rachel push against the open side of her nose and blow in her mouth as if giving mouth-to-mouth. The bead flew out.
We knew Rachel knew better than to stick the bead up her nose, so since then when one of the kids does something we know they know they shouldn't have done or their decision lacks common sense we call it a "Bead Up Your Nose Moment."
Aaron had such a moment last Friday. He came in the front door after school and I told him hello and asked how his day had been. I received the usual mumble which meant it was fine, but he wasn't willing to admit it was better for fear that I might think he likes school. He walked into the family room and said, "If you stick an eraser to your face, it leaves little marks." He was talking about the type of eraser that fits on the top of a pencil. He was squeezing it and letting it hang off of his face. This was the result.
It is obvious by his expression that he wasn't bothered. PK and the girls also found it funny. I was not amused. He looked like he had chicken pox or a bunch of mini face hickies. Luckily, the spots faded in just a couple of days. All I could really do was shake my head and say, "That was such a bead up the nose moment."
