Gotta love little boys

I remeber posting a while back how it had been a long time since Trevor had made a trip to the ER, had EMTs at the house or required a call to Poison Control. I also remember saying how perhaps we were finally done with little boy antics that required these measures. Not so. Last night Trevor learned that the magic of pulling something out of your ear, does not actually require putting something in one's ear. He found a little red bead and wanted to do a trick. "So of course, I will pull it out of my ear. I must put it in there first" he thinks. Getting it in was no problem, getting it out was. And so, we drove to the ER to sit and wait for a few hours until we could entertain the staff with the reason for our being there. His Doctor was a blast and popped it right out. All was well. His doctor did specify on his discharge papers (no joke, it is there) that Trevor needed to go to magic school.