not a piercing

Big day with digger and dumper and drains, loads of work, really busy all day. Digger broke down. Cut the phone cable. So no blipping or back blipping for a couple weeks. Except what I can sneak in at friends houses.
Ross shifted tons of soil, I shifted children and soil alternately.
And just when we were completely done in, Nell decided to freak at bedtime. No to bed, no to sleep.
So Matthew was just fiddling, and suddenly a little voice. Muuuuum. I've something stuck in my mouth.
Trying to hide a fit of giggles is so hard. He'd been geo-caching with Grandad ages ago. Found this precious keyring. Got the metal bit in between his tooth and his gum, then bitten down and closed the ring. It looked like a piercing and it took the best part of 40 minutes to get it off, eventually using a hairclip.
By which time Ross and I were hysterical and Matthew had completely lost his sense of humour. Visions of giant wire cutters looming. A classic 10pm on a school night photo.