EAR this 'story'

Okay, so one night after William went to bed, he started yelling for us and crying.  He was so upset.  Something had gotten into his ear, and he couldn't get it out.  

I calmed him down and Tim got the flashlight, and I could see it.  William reported that a piece of plastic had fallen into his ear.  It might be like a bit of plastic from the tissue box top, where the tissue gets pulled out of.  Yep, in his bed, another piece of shredded plastic.  

Tim didn't want me trying to get it out myself.  And since we didn't really want to spend half the night in the ER for some tech to do it, I decided that since it was soft plastic, and not likely to hurt his eardrum, that we'd wait 'til morning.

So, we went early and got squeezed in to see his pediatrician.  Luckily, he had office hours that day.  He is also management, and therefore has limited office hours.  

He took a look and asked William how it happened, and William stuck to his story.  The doctor was worried about the type of tool he had to get it out with, and called his ENT specialist, who was in surgery, but since it was the boss calling, had his nurse answer.  Yes, he'd see us after he was done with a tonsillectomy.

So, we waited until after he was out of surgery to see him.

He walked in and said, "Oh, this will take about thirty seconds."  He had William lay down, turn his head, put his eyes to the special scope, grabbed these tiny bent tweezers, and it was out!

And yes, it was LESS than 30 seconds!  I hadn't even gotten my phone out.  So I clicked a pic (he's showing William the plastic).  He asked how it happened, and William stuck to his story, once again.

Then he walks around, and as he's leaving says to William, "And you won't do it AGAIN, right?!"  And William said, "No, I won't!"  So much for the 'falling in' story!  BUSTED!