What Every Mother Wants to Hear

So as if we didn't have a crazy enough weekend. Get the boys calmed down and bathed, working on picking up the last of the bead mess in Parker's room before bed. I put the last book away and Parker comes to me crying hysterically ..... "mom, Conner and bead" or something like that. Clearly, something is VERY wrong because he is hysterical. I ask, what are you saying and he calms down and says "Conner stuck a bead up my nose". As a person, I wanted to bust out laughing but as a mother I immediately went into "Oh My Gosh" mode. The only thing I can think of is "don't breath in ..." - so I tell him to cover one nostril with his finger and blow really hard out of the one that the bead is stuck in and....Voila - out comes the bead, shooting straight across the room.

Is is bedtime yet?????