Screw Up!

As I was cleaning my bedroom, Colton was sitting and watching TV on my bed. I sat down for a quick little break hoping I could keep working on the scarf I am crocheting for him. When his little head turns to look at me with a finger up his nose. His face suddenly distorts in pain and he starts to cry. I see blood and think to myself "great he scratched his nose and now it is never going to heal", so I run grab a box of tissues. We make it through about three bloody kleenex but he is still crying and having a fit. So I grab him and look into his nose to see how bad of a scratch we have on our hands. And that is when I discovered that my son had put a screw up his nose. Yes. You did read that right. He found a small screw and for some reason unbeknownst to me, he decided to stick it up his nostril. Luckily there was family here to help me. Hayden held him while I pulled the screw out with a pair of tweezers. Now he is quietly watching Dinosaur Train. I looked all around my bedroom for anymore loose screws and oh boy do we have a story for when his dad comes home.