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.