Spagett loves money. He calls it "doy" and every time he finds a penny on the sidewalk, you'd think he won the lottery, the way his face lights up. He loves his money. This is turning out to be problematic.
There was a quarter on the floor. Fuck if I know where he found it, but it was keeping him occupied while I changed his diaper. He was turning it in his fingers, looking at it, dropping it on his chest, and then he started to stick it in his mouth. I used Mom Voice: don't you put that money in your mouth!
BLOOP, down the hatch it went. Right down his throat. My first reaction was one of panic. Holy shit, my kid just swallowed a fucking quarter, is he going to choke to death? But Spagett was screaming and crying too loud to be choking. So then I started laughing. Maybe that was mean of me, but I was envisioning a shit-coated quarter, and how I was going to make Sid get that diaper and just let him wonder what had happened.
So, I was laughing. And Spagett was freaking out so badly it's pathetic, so I held my arms out to him and he flew at me for a hug. But I was still laughing, and I couldn't stop. I tried to tell him it's okay, you'll be fine between giggles and I'm pretty sure he couldn't understand what I was saying.
And then he started gagging. I couldn't tell if it was gagging like choking, or gagging like puking, so I pulled him away from me and just then he bent over and sprayed a fantastic amount of vomit onto the rug in front of me. Dinner and dessert and snack, all over the floor.
So then he was upset about that. There were strings of vomit hanging off his face, he was sobbing, and I am officially going to hell because I was still laughing.
He calmed down once I stopped laughing and started cleaning, but I'd be lying if I said I could see straight through the tears in my eyes. And as I scooped up chunks of cherries and tortilla chips from the carpet, I found the quarter.
I wiped it down with Lysol and clipped it onto the fridge. It is officially a keepsake.
There was a quarter on the floor. Fuck if I know where he found it, but it was keeping him occupied while I changed his diaper. He was turning it in his fingers, looking at it, dropping it on his chest, and then he started to stick it in his mouth. I used Mom Voice: don't you put that money in your mouth!
BLOOP, down the hatch it went. Right down his throat. My first reaction was one of panic. Holy shit, my kid just swallowed a fucking quarter, is he going to choke to death? But Spagett was screaming and crying too loud to be choking. So then I started laughing. Maybe that was mean of me, but I was envisioning a shit-coated quarter, and how I was going to make Sid get that diaper and just let him wonder what had happened.
So, I was laughing. And Spagett was freaking out so badly it's pathetic, so I held my arms out to him and he flew at me for a hug. But I was still laughing, and I couldn't stop. I tried to tell him it's okay, you'll be fine between giggles and I'm pretty sure he couldn't understand what I was saying.
And then he started gagging. I couldn't tell if it was gagging like choking, or gagging like puking, so I pulled him away from me and just then he bent over and sprayed a fantastic amount of vomit onto the rug in front of me. Dinner and dessert and snack, all over the floor.
So then he was upset about that. There were strings of vomit hanging off his face, he was sobbing, and I am officially going to hell because I was still laughing.
He calmed down once I stopped laughing and started cleaning, but I'd be lying if I said I could see straight through the tears in my eyes. And as I scooped up chunks of cherries and tortilla chips from the carpet, I found the quarter.
I wiped it down with Lysol and clipped it onto the fridge. It is officially a keepsake.
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