Braeden came in on Saturday morning while I was still in bed and our conversation went a little like this:
B: "Mum, sultana in nose"
A: "What? You have a sultana in your nose?"
B: "Yes" (with a very solemn nodd of his head)
A: "Don't be silly, why would you have sultana up your nose"
B: "MUM!" (points to his nose) "Sultana"
A: "Brae-den" (sighs, looks up his nose, can't really see anything)
At this point, I wonder if he is telling me the truth, and tell David to get a torch and the tweezers, just in case.
David looks up his nose and sees nothing.
I take another look and send the tweezers in because I did see something which may have resembled a sultana.
With a bit of squirming from Braeden and marvellous surgical techniques from me, lo and behold, out comes a rather large sultana.
A: "Oh Braeden...we NEVER put sultanas or anything else up our noses ok"
B: (with a grave face) "Yes. Mum. Sultanas. NOOOO"
Cue Ryley's outburst of giggles.