My little brother, when a toddler, gave us all scares by making my parents think he’d stuffed the following up his nose at different times:
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[li]Hearing aid battery[/li][li]Round Lego bit[/li][/ul]
For the battery incident, my dad hauled little brother off for a head X-Ray. Nothing, fortunately.
For the Lego bit, Dad got some forceps and extracted without incident.
(Dad’s a GP, by the way, which is why he had an office X-ray setup and so forth)
How does he smell? 
laughs ass off
let’s see, beans, beads, magnets: 1 in each nostril so they were attracted to each other across the septum, that one was fun, a spider in the ear: Docs says oh look, I can see 8 little eyes, hat pin in the penis: he was old enough to know better, the list goes on. Me “why did you do that.” Kid “cuz I did.” Having said that, the inside of the nose is a mucus membrane, not like skin, and a foreign body will cause tissue erosion, it has to come out. We see plenty in the er, I’m not possitive, but I don’t think most pediatricians are set up for that in their office.
Boy. All my son’s ever done is get a clothes hanger imbedded in his mouth and eat extra-strength Tylenol. 
(Yes, he’s fine now–we all survived it! 
)
Horrible!
I am amazed…
Dug a popcorn kernel out of (ex-girlfriend’s) childs ear and she could not tell me when he last had popcorn. Could allow the older brother to twice break the younger brother’s nose. Could allow her to remove said children from this (USA) country.
Once when I was real little, we had a beanbag chair with a rip in it. Out of pure scientific curiosity, I thought I would try and see how many beans would fit in my nose (these were real bean-y type things, not those little round styrofoam bits). I had come pretty close to determining my nose’s ultimate bean capacity when mom came in, freaked out, and rushed me to the ER.
I don’t remember the final tally, but I do remember the doctor being so impressed at how many beans he retrieved that he put them in a plastic baggie and tacked the bag to the bulletin board for all to see.
Mom remained unimpressed with both my counting skills and my sense of scientific adventure.
There’s a Monty Python joke in here somewhere…
My daughter at age 2 came down with a bad, bad drippy nose. Thought she was coming down with a cold. Her nose wouldn’t stop running, and it smelled horrible, as did her breath. Got into a huge fight with my (now-ex) husband about the way he treated her because she smelled bad. Finally took her in to the doctor when it was turning green, and he discovered she had stuffed a piece of a sponge chalkboard eraser up her nose. It was so far up there you couldn’t see it, even if you had tried to look past all the drippiness. The worst part (besides the fight with husband) was that I’d never even seen her playing with the chalkboard and eraser, which were in a closed room, and never noticed the torn off piece. I felt like such a crappy, inattentive mom, and felt bad I hadn’t realized instantly what was the problem and not waited three days.