One doctor's visit and x-ray later, it is now quite possibly one of the more expensive pennies in the world that is not a collector's item. Alas, I did not save it.
I thought we were past this stage. I wasn't too surprised when we had to go to the ER on Independence Day last year (eggs in the ears, anyone?), because I thought that was common for that age. Now here we are again, a year later. Dare I ask, at what age does this type of phenomena cease? Mom, how old was my brother when he was still swallowing worms? Even as I write, I have unwelcome visions of raising the next Bear Grylls.
I'm just glad that everything came out alright in the end.
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