BEAD EAR

Today when I got home after picking up my two and a half year old son from the sitter, we began our daily wrestling in the living room. I hemmed him up into a ball and when we were face to face upside down, he whispers "Daddy, bead ear." Thinking he had said bee ear and was being a jokester, I continued tickling and wrestling. Then after a loving body slam he says to me again, bead ear. So I took it a bit more seriously and busted out the flashlight. Upon further inspection, I found the following little treasure lodged in his ear.

Good thing I have mad Operation skills.
Kids man. Kids.