Yesterday morning, I was rushing through my regular chores when I heard Nathaniel mutter something. Not thinking I heard him right, I bent down next to him and asked him to say it again.
“I…I…was pretending to be a piggy bank”
“And I put the penny in here.” He opened his mouth wide and placed his finger inside.
“You did?” I felt myself getting a little more anxious.
“Hmmm, hmm. And it went down there.” He made a little line down the outside of his throat. “And now it’s in my tummy. And it’s not coming out. And I think my tummy hurts”.
A quick call to the pediatrician (and to my mother) and I was assured the penny would pass. And the wise nurse I spoke to advised me to tell Nathaniel he was not, in fact, a piggy bank, and I probably needed to buy him one.