And apparently Sam is Money.
A dime to be exact.
Our Monday morning went something like this:
- Mom sees Sam put change in his mouth
- Mom over-reacts causing Sam to spit out a quarter, choke & ultimately swallow (after a few horrifying seconds of not being able to breathe and then gasping for air) what turns out to be a dime.
- Mom calls 911
- 3 minutes, 1 firetruck, 1 ambulance & two police cars later we are in route to the ER
- Luke is having the time of his life & according to the EMT enjoyed riding in the front of ambulance & likes country music
- Sam's not so sure but likes being able to ride in a car without being a car seat. (He got to sit on my lap on a gurney)
Turns out the dime is working its way through Sam's system.
We are accepting volunteers to help us dig through dirty diapers in search of said dime which has exactly 7 days to make an appearance before we'll have to explore other options.
Dear Blog followers- I promise to TRY my best not to post dime once it does appear.
