The idea of having Tigger and Piglet stuck inside your ears is good for a quick laugh at the doctor's office, but as an extended gag it really blows.
I asked Gert to pick up her toys, but she ignored me. "Gert, did you hear me?" I asked, doing my best Mom impersonation.
"My ears are not working," she said.
"That must be because you have Tigger and Piglet stuck in there," I said.
"That's what the doctor said," said Gert, amused but somewhat concerned.
"So now that we're engaged in an audible verbal exchange, how about picking up your toys?"
Later, I was making dinner (spaghetti and meatballs – and by the way, a friend recently gave me THE PERFECT meatball recipe. If you need it, let me know .) and Gert came and stood beside me, silently tugging on one ear.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Mom…? How am I going to get them out?"
"Tigger and Piglet are really stuck waaaay in there. I can't reach them." She then tried to fit her hand into her ear canal, one finger at a time.
My grandma has a morbid mistrust of the medical profession, and I wonder if we're seeing the groundwork laid for that kind of thing right before our eyes.