Isaac: "I have a pea up my nose...."
We both stare at Isaac, then at each other as Isaac continues to root around for said pea.
Isaac: "I don't know how to get it out of there....." More rooting.
Me: "Hold on...(I hold the unobstructed nostril closed)...okay, now BLOW!"
Me: "Okay, all done."
Terry chuckles while I wash my hands and resume my dinner.
We don't even bother inquiring how things get up there anymore.