Pageant Question: What would you do with a red crayon?

I used to sit in hospital emergency rooms.  For kicks, and to look at people who had it worse than me.  Like the guy whose girlfriend was holding a baggie of ice with his finger in it while he held his towel-wrapped hand over his head and looked woozy.  Or the lady with a burn on her legs and feet and macaroni in her shoelaces from knocking a pot of boiling pasta off the stove.  Or that stupid kid sitting on his mother's lap who wouldn't stop wailing.  I didn't immediately see what was wrong, so I figured it was a bad earache, but when they were called in, his mother turned enough so I could see the last half inch of a red, Crayola crayon sticking out of one nostril.  Well, it made me feel better.