Predicament de Parmesan

Today, I was sitting talking to my insurance agent about all things auto and home, when my pocket buzzed. I of course ignored it, I was in a meeting after all. But the second time it rang in 20 seconds I knew something was up. The conversation went something like this . . .


Hey, what's up?

How soon are you going to be home?


I don't know I am just sitting here talking. We are just wrapping it up?

Okay, well Serena got her finger stuck in the parmesan lid and we will be waiting until you get here.


Oh, okay, I am on my way.

After saying my goodbyes, I hopped in the van and headed home, mostly laughing at the predicament. I arrived home to see Serena sitting on the counter eating cookie dough with a red finger through the center hole of the lid. Amy was video taping her and I was laughing out loud as I went downstairs for some tools.

It turns out the answer to the predicament was a pair of wire clippers and two well placed snips. Her little finger was swelled up (my wife made me change this) and a bit red by the time all was said and done, but all fingers are still attached and we avoided the trip to the hospital for such weirdness and embarassment. Not bad for our first marble up the nose-like experience.