The joys of children...

So DS (3) and I have a little converstation that goes like this...

DS- "Mummy, my ring is gone"

Me- "What ring"

DS- "My keyring" (meaning one of those silver keyrings)

Me- "What do you mean its gone"

DS "It's in my mouth, I swallowed it"

Me- "What, mate you cant swallow things that arent food. Now we will have to wait until it comes out in your poo"

DS- "Well, little rings dont make me die, only big ones do"

So I rang the hospital and they said not to worry about bringing him in, just to keep an eye on him.

The joys of having children, dont they just get better everyday???? Always have a rational answer for everything.

:doh: to the keyring swallowing :rofl:to his answer :hug: to you.