My sister Becky learned a magic trick when she was about four or five years old. She excitedly showed it to her best friend Jean. She balled up a little wad of paper in her hand and pretended to put it in one ear and take it out of the other. Her friend didn't know she had a little wad of paper in her other hand and - well, you know the trick.
A few minutes later, Becky went to the bathroom or somewhere, and Jean was still thinking about that magic trick. So she tried to do it. She rolled up a little ball of paper and attempted to push it through her head. She kept working that paper deeper and deeper into her ear until she finally gave up, and, of course, she couldn't get it out. Becky came back and saw how upset Jean was, and she told her not to worry because it would grow out. That logic seemed to satisfy her.
Jean didn't tell her mom there was a wad of paper in her ear because she was afraid she'd get Becky in trouble, so she just waited patiently for it to grow out. It didn't, and it got infected, and her mom got it out, and all was well again, and that's the only magic trick I've ever heard of my sister trying. Jean says it was definitely the end of her trusting "that things are always as they appear or that anything imbedded in skin or body part will ever 'grow out.'"
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