'Fingers out of your nose!' I told hatchling no4.
'Sumpting live in my nose.' He confided.
'Nothing lives in your nose, and certainly not fingers.' I told him
'Sumpting scary!' He whispered.
'Fine. Let's blow it out.' I plugged the open nostril.
Take you finger away and blow hard.
Something hit me on the cheek.
And it was scary.
It was a live fly. A big black one.
Hatchling no4 put his finger up his nose.
'Sumpting live in my nose.'
'It is gone sweetie, all gone.' I said trying to reassure myself.
Hatchling no4 plugged his right nostril again and blew hard.
Another fly hit the carpet.
Still a - freaking - live.
'How many bugs did you put up your nose?' I asked him, hoping it was rhetorical.
'Need a bedroom, so put d'em in mine nose.'
'Uh, no. No bedrooms in your nose.'
He looked at me sympathetically.
'I know 'dat now, Mama.'
So, I had him blow again.
Out came a beetle.
How big are this kid's nostrils... seriously!
'Nope, all gone.'