Mummy, there's a ball in my nose!

Why are boys full of mischief?

When I returned home from dropping the boys at school one morning, Johann greeted me with a very serious look on his face at the car porch and told me that there’s a ball in his nose. I thought nothing of it at first and just answered, “you have a ball in your nose, how come?” Then he repeated, “mummy, there’s a ball in my nose.” How could a ball, the size I had assumed of a soccer ball, get into his nose? To play it safe, I checked his nose. One of his nostrils is running, which is abnormal since he wasn’t ill. Oops, something is fishy, I thought, and I quickly pressed out the clear mucus and guess what?! Out came a little red bead!