I've been slacking on the blog this week but I have a good excuse. I've been really sick and pretty much bed-ridden. I'm finally feeling a little better. The creative juices, however, are not exactly flowing today. So, in lieu of an original story, I've decided to steal one from a friend. Here's a breakdown of the conversation that took place between Jacquelyn and her son Patrick (3) yesterday:
Patrick: My tummy hurts Mommy.
Jacquelyn: Where does it hurt? Do you need to go potty?
Patrick: No. I ate money.
Jacquelyn: What? Why?
Patrick: Because I thought it was chicken.
It turns out that little Patrick had swallowed a penny, thinking it was a piece of chicken. It was an honest mistake. I'm happy to report that the penny has made its way safely through Patch's digestive system, out of his body and back into Jacquelyn's pocket (no, I'm not kidding) proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the girl will do anything to save a penny.