I'm going to try to work 'poop coccoon' into every conversation I have today.
I told you I slipped in the shower and I asked you to not bring it up even if you left out names. This is a HUGE breach of trust.
The paperclip has left the boy!
Was there a poop cocoon involved?
The paperclip has left the boy!
When MiniJet was little, she had a little plastic working piano keyboard about the size of a CD case cut in half. There were those little batteries in the back that most watches use... the back popped off and she brought it to us. No batteries anywhere.
We suspected where they were...and had her X-rayed. Sure enough, there were the three batteries...and varying stages of passage of money. Dimes, pennies, nickels...The kid was a walking gold mine.
Anyhow...that was the end of swallowing change and once it was all, um..."recovered", we put them in a jar to humiliate her in her teens.
(Which has worked swimmingly)
Now that's funny
He'll be ok. Just get a metal detector in a few weeks to see if
Gone.
Poop cocoon! I am going to google that.