She got what where?

Got a phone call last night, just after the nipper had gone to bed. It was one of out neighbours, who have a little girl a few months younger than my son. They requested teh the presence of my wife, as their little girl had stuffed a ball bearing up her nose.

I kept a straight face, but it was an effort.

Oh, and we live less than a five minute walk from the hospital, but they gave her the choice of going to the hospital or not. My kid? Once I'd finished laughing at him, I'd have had him down A&E so fast he'd think he'd warped there. Regardless of his general dislike of hospitals.