Blueberry Hill
Half way to Des Moines, Oliver says “Mama, nose. Blueberry nose.” and starts to make a funny face. I asked Ali if she could see if there really was a blueberry in his nose. I pulled over at the next exit and pulled into a gas station. Climb into the backseat and sure enough there is a blueberry shoved up his right nostril. I told him he was going to have to blow his nose. I plugged his other nostril and on the 3rd blow it finally shoots out.