This is a pic from 2007. That's Michael dressed up as a lego, and the picture is included to provide you a visual for the following, slightly disturbing story.

We were all reading on the couch last Thursday evening, while Dave was at one of his fancy client dinners at some winery. Blake, sitting directly beside me on the couch, starts screaming and is holding a small red cone-shaped lego in his hand.

Apparently, 2 seconds earlier, the red cylindrical lego from Michael's airplane had had a nose cone attached that Blake did not know could come off. And when he swiftly pulled it OUT OF HIS NOSE, the lego became unattached and lodged just high enough in his nose to be irretrievable. 

I laid him on the couch and ran upstairs for tweezers, but when I came down I couldn't see it anymore and he insisted it fell out (though I never found it). Being the lazy sceptic that I am, I decided to wait until open hours at the pediatrician the next morning. Clearly he wasn't in any pain and I was not about to haul my 3 kids to the ER for 3 hours.

I emailed Dave at his dinner that he should invite us along if he wants to provide dinner and a show.

Anyway, at 8 AM, the pediatrician smiled knowingly and said, "Ahhh, the old detachable nose-cone." Seriously. . . how often has this happened?

The doctor couldn't find it lodged in his head, but said he most likely sniffed so hard that it passed through his nose and he swallowed it. It would likely complete its passage through his body within the next few days (how's that for a euphemism?). I told the pediatrician that I was willing to live with the mystery and required no proof as to the final whereabouts of the lego.

As I relayed this story to a friend, I said, "I really thought that at 4 you are past the danger for choking on legos or getting then stuck in various orifices. " And she corrected me that, "You are only past them doing it by accident. They will still do it on purpose."

We've always described Blake as tactile, but this was a whole new level.

We also looked down at the Diz when we were in line for Nemo and found him constantly licking the metal chains that keep the line separated. It's a wonder we're still around.