Why must these things happen to me when my husband is out? How come emergencies don’t happen on his watch? That’s what I want to know.
My husband was at a meeting this evening, and the children and I were finishing up dinner. They requested a chapter or two of Redwall for dessert, and I was happy to comply.
But first I looked over at O.-Age-Two, who was playing with his food.
“Eat your fish,” I said.
It was filet of sole, in case you were wondering. We eat a lot of fish around here.
And then I read, and while I read I could see O. moving his fish around out of the corner of my eye. I really thought he was eating it. Suddenly, E. yells out, “Mom! He’s putting his fish into his ear!”
Sure enough.
So, I did what any normal person would do: I called my father.
Unfortunately for me, my father thinks the whole thing is hilarious.
“Dad!” I say, “we ate fish for dinner, and O. put some into his ear. How do I get it out?”
His reply? Use a fish hook.
Ha ha.
We discuss some options, so I hang up to try them. First, I get some tweezers and pull out what I can see. I was really hoping that it would turn out to be a tiny bit, but no such luck. There was a little under a teaspoon of fish in his ear canal, I would eventually learn, layer upon layer. He had patiently broken off pieces and rolled them into little balls before jamming them into his ear. I got a couple pieces out with tweezers, but I could still see more.
My next attempt involves our homemade ear drops. I don’t notice this helping at all.
So I call my dad back.
He tells me to wait while he googles for suggestions. He thinks ear wax remedies might also work on fish*.
He gets to his computer, does a search and…then he starts laughing. Loudly.
I groaned. What could it possibly be?
“Well,” he says, “it says eating more fish helps.”
Perfect.
*They do.
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