Stand off

February 1st, 2006

I’m sitting in the kitchen in a rage.

PJ is sitting in the living room wide-mouthed and quiet and scared.

She won’t let me extract the CARROT CHUNK that she lodged up her nose over lunch.

Blowing hard out of only one nostril didn’t work. Pushing down on the carrot externally didn’t work.

I need to go in with a tweezers.

She won’t let me.

I have tried to reason with her. I have explained things simply and easily. I have held her gently. I have pinned her down.

I’m at a loss.

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