Last weekend we had a playdate and made green goo. It's fantastic stuff, a mixture of Elmer's glue, water, borax and food coloring. Once they are mixed, it becomes a stretchy shiny slime. Similar to silly putty, but not quite as stretchy. The boys have been playing with it ever since. Little Dog in particular has been enamored of the special sludge. His hands are stained green from the food color I added in generous quantities to turn it a brilliant shamrock green. We have a special mat in the living room designated as the safe play area for the stuff since I don't want it ground into my furniture in any quantity. It's fun to seem him so engaged in play with something we made together. On the downside, he's been tempted to put the stuff into his mouth, up his nose and in his ears. In fact, we've been having to remind him not to do these things on a very regular basis.
The other night, Little Dog was playing with the goo when a strange looked crossed his face.
"What?" I asked him, wondering what he was up to.
"I put it in my ear and it disappeared!" he said, "It went right into my brain!"
"Don't put it in your ear!" I loudly reminded him as I dove down to peer into his ear.
I didn't see anything, and later that evening he showed up with a piece of the goo dried in his hair. I assumed that the tiny chunk from his ear had fallen out into his hair and hardened. I reminded him not to pull a repeat of this stunt, and worked the dried sludge from his hair. And all seemed fine and good.
We went to Children's Hospital as a family, because that's how we do things. We were quickly screened, checked in and taken to a room. Soon the doctor came in to check things out. When she looked into the ear, she was a little confused. "I see something, but I'm not sure that's it," she said. "I'm going to get another doctor to take a peek, then we'll try to take it out."
The next doctor came pretty quickly and spotted the object immediately. "We'll flush it out with saline. We should probably sedate him a bit if you think there is going to be a struggle." And we did so they did.
"What is that?" I asked, caught unprepared for the orange chunk in place of the anticipated green goo.
After Mr. Dog and Big Dog returned, we decided it was likely a piece of the straw on Little Dog's water bottle. Though when asked if he put that in his ear, he flatly denied it.
"Then how did it get in there?" asked Mr. Dog.
"Maybe it just snuck in," suggested Little Dog. Somehow, I'm not buying it.
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