Dirty Money

Call it a tribute to President's Day.  Perhaps, it was meant to add fervor to my daily prayers for my son.  Maybe it was an attempt to spice up an otherwise routine evening.  The world may never know what was going on in this little munchkin's head when he decided to swallow a nickle and dime last night.

Needless to say, Blake gave us quite a scare with this latest antic.  I heard him gag, then rushed into the room to find him breathless.  Just as quickly, he gulped them the rest of the way down, then told us he "ate the moneys."  You ate the WHAT?

The two hour visit to the Emergency Room which followed was mostly full of waiting and more waiting.  Blake loved every second of it.  He chatted with the nurses as though they were long lost friends.   When they placed the ID bracelet on his wrist he exclaimed with a grin "It's my cast!"   Then the miniature invalid buddied up with another little girl in the waiting room, coloring pictures and explaining LOUDLY how, "There's gonna be moneys in my poop."

When we finally made our way down the long hallway to the Radiology Center, I thought the gravity of the situation would settle in.  I was prepared to console him, as this strange machine took a picture of his tummy.  Nope, he thought it was awesome.  He inspected the machine and declared it to be cool.  He asked to see the picture and smiled as the radiologist gave him this stuffed monkey.

To be honest, other than the whole swallowing two coins, he was charming and adorable, better behaved than usual.  His pure joy at it all was frustrating.  I wish I could say the nickle and dime pictured above were the culprits, but the real items have yet to "appear."  Oh, I sure do love this little boy!