We were getting ready to shower and get dressed for the day. India had been playing with a diamante, that had fallen off her crown, all morning and had named it Sparkles. As she was undressing I had told her to put Sparkles somewhere safe, knowing all the too well the fit Indi would throw if the precious gem went missing.
At that moment Baxter rang from work to see how our morning was progressing. I was relating some events the day had brought when Indi frantically began inserting her finger into her nose and declaring:
"I CAN'T GET IT OUT... I CAN'T GET IT OUT..."
It took a second for me to comprehend that IT was her cherished sparkle and her nose was IT's tomb. I quickly ended my phone conversation with a short "I've got to go" and immediately began trying to calmly convince Indi to allow me to insert a pair of tweezers into her nasal cavity. India has never been good with anything resembling a medical procedure. I can barely make reference to a doctors appointment without an onslaught of anxious questions and furrowed brows. I was reasonably worried at how this would play out!
After multiple naive attempts at extraction, 2 distressed phone calls to Bax, prayer and numerous tears, Indi sneezed and sparkles made a grand appearance. I seized the diamante from the grip of Indi's nostril with unscaled relief and asked Indi what on earth had possessed her to put sparkles there in the first place. She simply replied, with all the tenderness of her wounded heart...
"you told me to put it somewhere safe..."
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