With an 8-year-old girl who adores her Barbies and a 6-year-old obsessed with Legos, and a toddler and a baby who both stick everything in to their mouths, this is a rule I’m a stickler for.
Last week, we’re rounding up the kids to pick up dinner. Our baby Zeke is on the floor, the kids getting their shoes on. I put the baby in the infant carrier and he spits up — it’s oddly smelly. I clean him up, put him in the car. We’re on our merry way, or so I think.
As we pull out of our driveway, Zeke starts coughing and those maternal instincts have me yelling at the husband to stop driving, me unbuckling my seatbelt, jumping out of the car and then opening his door to check on him. Zeke coughs again and maternal me, sticks my hand near his mouth to have a PENNY be coughed into my hand.
Not a Barbie shoe, nor a Lego — but a penny. He must have found it buried in the carpet. Scared me to death, so glad he was okay. He let out a sigh and a smile as I held him. (I had quickly yanked him out of the car seat after I saw the penny). I cried. A nice long cry. A FREAKING PENNY.
What Have You Pulled Out of Your Baby’s Mouth?
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