I was right there, sat in the room with him, keeping an eye. I only got up for a minute, just to pop some books back on the shelf. Okay, he was a bit precariously balanced but he was quiet, behaving well, busy playing on the dresser edge with something or other.
So I just popped to the other room. Josie was still with him. Pocoyo reigned in the room. All was well.
I’d been congratulating myself only hours earlier. Josie asked why toys had a 3+ age on them, so I explained about small parts and choking and how it related more to that than play readiness.
“So in 2 days, Bene will be sensible enough for all toys?”
“Yes,” I said. “He pretty much is anyway. He doesn’t tend to put things in his mouth any more.”
“Mummy… a tissue! A tissue!”
And I looked at him and the panic as he batted at his nose and I knew exactly what he had done – and what with.
That side of the dresser had the lights from the Lego Lighthouse that took a tumble last week all sat on it and ready to be put in the Lego-mash box. NOW I remember this. NOW!
He’s fiddled with them all week – but now… NOW… he had fiddled one right up his nose.
You’ve got to wonder why they do these things so out of the blue and why, if do it they must, they do it on a Saturday evening at 6.30pm?
I tried all the ordinary things like blowing up the other side and into his mouth but it was just where I could ‘almost’ see it and I didn’t want to make it worse.
So off we went to a&e where were were roughly the 487th toddler with Lego up his nose of the day.
He was very brave, as it happens, and it came back out with forceps and minimal wailing.
And this Monday I got my monthly cheerful call from my Health Visitor.
“I see Bene has been in a&e…. AGAIN.”