I'd be interested to know what bob bob thinks of Sophie's World.

That was one of my favorite books as a middle and high school students. Allyson, I'd definitely reccomend it as a way to get back into philosophy. It's facinating and deep and really intelligent.

My boss just told me that at two her mother stuffed peas up her nose.

At the hospital they broke her nose to get them out. Since it was war-time Germany there was no one there to set her nose and she still has a bump from it.

We also had an M&M-up-the-nose incident. Not me, actually, I think it was the same sister. Anyway, M&Ms melt, so all was well.

Poor Cindy. What a nightmare.

This sounds a lot like potty training a toddler.

ha! In general, I'd say that toddlers tend to bite less and cry more over the potty training. Plus cat pee is a lot more stinky.

My sister has a neighbor who was passing her toddler son M&Ms in the car to keep him quiet, and when they finally arrived at their destination discovered all or most of them had been stuffed up his nose. I can't remember what the ER estimated as the number of M&Ms, but I do remember that while they do not melt in your hand, they do, apparently, melt in your nose.

My boss just told me that at two her mother stuffed peas up her nose.

Was this punishment? A fashion statement?

Up her own nose. Oops!

Anyway, M&Ms melt, so all was well.

Poor Cindy. What a nightmare.

Oh, it could have been so much worse, I'm fine. I felt the most bizarre mix of panic, calm, and the desire to laugh and cry at the same time.

lawn jarts

Love this game! (Not the throwing them at people part...)

oh dear, I'm laughing from all the stories of the things we got up to as children. My escapades:

At about two, I got in the habit of going around the house sticking bobby pins in the outlets. Until I got a shock that knocked me flat.

When very young, under four, I used to throw screaming temper tantrums, throwing myself onto the floor, screaming, kicking, beating my head against the floor. Until the day I missed the rug and got the concrete floor.

At about four I decided to stuff tissues up my nose and my mother had to get the tweezers and extract it. Unfortunately, I picked the night my parents were having a party.

At some point my mother left me alone in the car when she ran in somewhere for - literally - just a minute. When she came back I'd managed to release the parking brake and the car was rolling down the hill.

And one day we were driving along (this was back before seatbelts were unheard of and children's car seats not even dreamed of) and I managed to open the door. I was dragged for several feet - clinging to the door handle - before my mother got the car stopped.

And yet I lived! Neither accidents nor my mother killed me!

ha! In general, I'd say that toddlers tend to bite less and cry more over the potty training. Plus cat pee is a lot more stinky.

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