I think I was too ambitious when I said I just need to make sure my son does not kill himself or get killed doing silly stuff with friends.

At this stage, I think I might be the one ending him.

While the husband was away and I was showering, I left the boy under helper’s care. The boy decided to tear off some foam soft toy parts and stuff the broken piece into his nostril.

Loud screams later, he pointed to his nose and said he was in pain.

I rushed out from my room upon hearing his screams. I have not felt so helpless in a while as I have never heard of other people’s child having broken toy parts stuck in their nostril. There is no SOP and I did not know how to react.

Hospital or clinic?

Hospital or clinic?

I kept asking myself.

“Hospital,” said the boy.

So I prepared the GPS and drove…

Luckily there was no traffic or I might have bumped into someone or something in my distressed state.

The nurse at triage was trying to keep a straight face.

Finally we got to see the doctor after waiting for 20 groups in front of us. The doctor saw yellow and black foam stuck in his nostril and removed it.

MacDonald’s minion toy…

The young male nurse was grinning while the female doctor was removing stuff from my son’s nose.

I’m just trying to keep it all inside.

How on earth did I birthed an idiot?!

I know I won’t kill him no matter how angry I am but he might just kill himself due to his stupidity.

He promised he won’t stuff things into his nose again. Let’s hope he keep his word until he find a creative way to test my patience.