Defeated, Leo flopped onto the living room rug, his clogged ear pressed against the cool floor. He closed his eyes and sighed. He imagined the drop of water wasn’t an enemy, but a tiny, lost explorer. It had stumbled into the warm, dark cave of his ear and was now bouncing around, trying to find its way home to the drain.
It was the tiniest drop of water, no bigger than a tear. But to Leo, a seven-year-old with a wild imagination, it was a catastrophe. water in ear after shower
He stopped fighting. He stopped hopping. He just lay still, breathing slowly. Defeated, Leo flopped onto the living room rug,
But for just a second, he could have sworn he heard a faint, distant echo: Thank you. It had stumbled into the warm, dark cave
His mom appeared in the doorway, a fond smile on her face. “Oh, the old ‘water in the ear’ trick.”