About 45 minutes ago, Thalia came downstairs, panicked and sobbing.
Thalia: Mom, I accidentally swallowed a dime!
Me: Oh, Honey, I'm sorry, does it hurt?
Thalia: Yes!
Me: Would a drink of water help?
Thalia: No, I just think I have to go to the doctor.
Me: Sweetie, you don't need to go to the doctor. Dimes aren't poisonous. You'll be OK, we'll just keep an eye on you to make sure you feel all right and then some time in the next few days you'll probably just poop it out.
Thalia: (sniffing, but perhaps feeling slightly better) That's disgusting.
Dad, at this point, is working hard at swallowing his laughter, and is only partially successful. Also wants to know if it's OK to serve Thalia a little plate of coins as a side dish to her dinner. I convince him that perhaps waiting until tomorrow would be better.
1 comment:
Is it dime for a bunch of coin puns? Coining a new phase... putting in my two cents...Let's roll...Does it taste minty?...Chris, that's just plain cruel. ~aunt p
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