On Friday night, my youngest, Quin (3 years old), proudly stationed himself between us and the TV.

"Us" being me and Becky.

He proudly exclaims,'My gum...it's gone!  In my nose."

I blinked a few times asking him to repeat himself,"It's what? Where is it?"

'My gum...it's gone!  In my nose. I can't find it."

So, in typical dad fashion, I pressed one of his nostrils closed and told him to 'blow".  He did and I could hear air rushing through the nostril. At that point, I figured it was just a small bit that ended up working it's way back and down. He wasn't in any discomfort, so I wasn't too too worried.

I asked him where his gum was and after getting a look from him that basically said "I told you already!", he repeated his answers from earlier.

I dug into my pocket for a handkerchief, yes...a handkerchief. It's a hold over from my dad's years of instruction.

Anyway, I pressed the nostril shut with one hand and used the hankie as a safety net under the other one.

"Blow!"

He took a deep breath and blew his nose and I felt a good sized torpedo shaped gum wad fall into the cloth.

"There it is!!!!!!'

I had to quickly pull it out of reach because he was ready to grab it and the next thing from him was,"Back in my mouth!"

We had the discussion concerning "gum only going in the mouth...."