“mmmoooooommmmmmyyyyy!” (extreme tears, screams, etc.)  I shut off the law mower (yes, I mowed the lawn for Tim today-I didn’t quite get it done before he got home so he caught me doing what I had hoped would be a surprise and then since I didn’t cut it low enough, he went out and finished the job.  Oh, well… I helped him one step closer!) and said, “What?”  I was so confused why all the sudden the tears and the panic.

Zoe and Ellie were playing with orange marbles today (Yes, those ones Gabrielle) and Zoe decided to put one in her mouth.  Apparently she didn’t read the warning on the bag, or I didn’t and allowed them to play with them.  Well, Zoe’s fell down her throat.

“(screaming and crying)Mom, I swallowed a marble and I don’t want to go to the hospital.”  She literally was in a complete panic.

I explained to her that as long as she wasn’t choking, she is ok.  I assumed that we would see the marble again someday coming out the other end.  She immediately stopped crying and said, “So, I am ok?”  It was so funny, the relief she felt.  She then questioned how we would know when it came out and how we would prevent it from clogging our toilet.  Should I put her in charge of the investigation? 

Later, maybe 2 hours or so, she decided that she would sit on the toilet and begin her “getting rid of the marble” adventure.  She sat, and sat, and sat, and sat, and sat but no luck with marble removal.  She was disappointed.

She keeps referring to “when this marble gets out of me”…  I can only imagine how her brain is interpreting all this and what she thinks is going on inside of her body.