Nose Troubles

As we were watching tv a couple nights ago, Paul started freaking out shouting, "I have a raisin up my nose!" I was sure we were headed to the emergency room. After I tried to calm him (and myself) for a moment, I headed out to the kitchen for a tissue. Before I got there he said, "I got it out." I went back into the living room and asked him, "Where is it?" "In my mouth," he replied. Gross, yes, but thank goodness it didn't involve a trip to the hospital!