Lars stood at the top of the stairs, after wondering out of his bedroom 45 minutes after he was supposed to be sleeping. He looked quite dejected.

Me: Buddy, why are  you up? What do you need?

Lars: Um…

Me: What *sigh*

Lars: I swallowed a money

Kelly: You swallowed a WHAT?

Lars: A money. My tummy hurts.

Mom and dad panic, call poison control and the pediatrician.