It all went fine...Mom and dad laid out all sorts of coins: pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters. Each time they pointed to a coin I said I ate that one. Eventually, I admitted it was the brown coin and repeatedly, positively confirmed that is what I ate. Oh what fun! Mom and Dad didn't think my dramatics were so funny.
The next day, we went to the doctor and I got an X-ray of my stomach. I was very excited to tell my friends at school of my picture of my stomach. The X-ray at the doctor's office revealed in less than 24 hours it had already made it's way through my stomach and into my intestine. From the size on the picture, it looked like it may be a quarter. Mom and dad seemed pretty nervous and skeptical, but I got to admit - I was pretty proud of myself. I ate a penny! And now, I was going to poop it out in the toilet! I was very excited to talk about it the whole car ride home. One I got home, I "pooped a big one" as I like to say. And after flushing, it magically appeared at the bottom. Huh, I guess there was no need for dad to spend 15 minutes scoping through my "deposit" with plastic bags; when the water cleared it appeared all on it's own.
Here's a fun fact for you...it was on Memorial Day Monday 2009 when I broke Mom's water and arrived on Tuesday morning. Three years later...I consumed a Penny on Memorial Day Monday and passed it on Tuesday. Memorial Days truly are memorial, I guess.
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