My husband and I had just finished tucking our five young ones into bed one evening when we heard sobbing coming from three- year-old Billy’s room.
Rushing to his side, we found him crying hysterically. He had accidentally swallowed a penny and was sure he was going to die. No amount of talking could change his mind. Desperate to calm him, my husband palmed a penny that he happened to have in his pocket and pretended to pull it from Billy’s ear. Billy was delighted.
In a flash, he snatched it from my husband’s hand, swallowed it and demanded cheerfully, "Do it again, Dad!"