Care for a mint?

You might have heard that from a restaurant server before... Or maybe from your husband, or wife, after an Italian dinner laced with garlic, and your breath really needs a pick-me-up... But, when Brooklyn offered a mint to Tyler the other day, things got a little crazy. Minutes later, Tyler was screaming that his nose burned... Yes, it was stuck up his nose. (Now, I'm going to add right here that this was in the back seat of Jeff's car, and I was not present.)

So, Jeff finished driving home (he can function much better than I can under distress... ) and asked Tyler to blow his nose into a tissue. Jeff said, "A lot of snot came out" and assumed the mint did too. I guess actually checking that massive amount of snot in the tissue wad was just not on the agenda.

So, for three day I agonize whether the mint actually did come out or not. A mint up the nose could be dangerous if it got stuck somewhere weird... at least I imagine it that way. And from doing that insane test a few months ago where they stuck a cord up my nose and into my stomach (Don't even ASK!) I know exactly what that feels like, EXCRUCIATINGLY painful, it put me to tears... I usually don't cry when I'm physically in pain, but I think all that stuff is pretty close to the tears ducts.

Still worried (typical mom---JEff was over this about a week ago), I even got down on my knees about this a few times. (I even combed through that snotty tissue---NO MINT IN IT.) I even rehashed the whole event a few more times and asked Jeff a million questions about what happened, what was said? and who did what? (That is always the woman's job, right? Someone has to find out EXACTLY what happened, and who said what?) During one of those interrogations, I discovered Jeff actually never saw the mint in the nose after they got out of the car. That presented a whole new slew of scenarios. What to do? Since there were no further complaints about the nose, I decided to put it behind us.

Then, late last night in our bathroom, after I had taken one of my nightly baths... I see IT. A single, beat-up looking mint on the bathroom floor. Who knows if it is the same mint... but it's good enough for me. Case Closed!