She panicked initially and screamed that she couldn't breath. But since she was screaming at the top of her lungs, I knew she was breathing. And then she said that she couldn't get the crayon out of her nose.
We tried to get it out at home, but ended up taking her to the ER.
She is such a trooper. No crying or whining. We waited patiently in the waiting room until she was called in. It took a while for the doctor to remove it, but once that little green crayon was removed, she was good to go, with a couple, "I survived the ER" stickers in hand.
Here she is playing dress up a few days later.