How to start a Christmas day with a 3-yr-old

Christmas morning, 2012, about 8am - way too early to be awake after staying up 'til 3am wrapping presents.

I woke with a start.  Charlie was screaming in pain.  He came in and said, "My nose hurss! [hurts]"
"What happened?" I asked with concern, "Did you pick your nose?"
"Yeah, [pause] no.  I puh ih in dere."
Growing alarmed now, I asked, "Put WHAT in there?"
"I puh ih in dere.  In my nose."
"What?  WHAT in your nose? Is it food?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah.  Ess food."  He said, but didn't sound too sure.
"It's food?  Is it candy, or is it a lego?"  (Please, PLEASE do not be a lego!!)
"No!  Nah a weh-go.  Ess tan-ee"
(Phew!) "What kind of candy?  Is it a round candy?"  The boys had been playing with some hard round candies yesterday that were slightly smaller than a pea. 
"Yeah.  Iss roun tan-ee"
"Okay.  Okay (breathing again).  Blow your nose and get it out."
He sniffs... IN.
"No, no!  Blow out, like this"  I make a show of snorting out.  "Oh dangit!  He's making it worse!" I think.
He sniffs again.  I reach for his nose to plug the clear nostril, and he screams at me and runs away to his room.

I flop back on the bed and mutter to Mike, "Great.  GREAT!  He would have to put something up his nose the one day that the doctor and Instacare are not available.  Our only option if we can't get this out is the ER."
Mike turns over and mumbles that it will be fine; it's candy.  It will melt.  How the heck can he be so calm??  My baby might permanently damage his lungs, and worse, we might have to go to the ER and fork out $150 just to hear: Oh, it's nothing.  If it was candy it probably just melted.
"I'm not sure of that!  It could be something else... a bead maybe!  And he's sniffing!  What if he aspirates it into his lungs?" I mildly exploded. [Not sure if that was the correct medical term, but that was the word I thought of: aspirates.]

My panic was growing when I heard Charlie cry out again.  I jumped up and rushed to his room.  "Iss owt, Mah-Mah," he said with the remnants of a sniffle from crying.
Cautious relief begins flooding my system, but I am still skeptical.  "Where is it?" I asked.
"Oveh dere." he said pointing at a blanket on the floor.
"Over there?  Where??  Go get it!"
He scrambles over to the blanket and picks something up, brings it back to me and deposits a sticky, and now slightly smaller round piece of candy.
The full relief takes over.  I admonish him to NEVER put candy, or anything else, in his nose ever, ever AGAIN.

He agrees.  (Thank heavens... but I'll believe it when I don't ever see it again...)

Well... what great adrenaline rush to start the day off.
Merry Christmas to me. 

Anyone else have an amazing Christmas morning... that didn't go exactly as planned?

ADHD

Excuse me, I need to climb up onto my soapbox for a moment.

There.

Now for all of you within the blog reading zone... please listen (read) up!

I have ADHD. I have had it my whole life. When I was little my parents and teachers didn't quite know what to do with me.

Teachers:

"She won't stay in her seat"

"She talks out of turn"

"She constantly interrupts"

"She raises her hand, but blurts things out before she is called on"

"She doesn't get her work done"

"She doesn't listen to directions"

Parents:

"Why don't you answer when I call your name?"

"Why won't you hold still?"

"Why are you just sitting there staring off into space? You're supposed to be doing X!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to do the same things?  Do I have to make you a list?"

That last sentence was always dripping with sarcasm. I always replied with an emphatic "YES!" because I knew that I would not remember everything I was asked to do - or sometimes that I'd even been asked to do it.