So today Nate came home from school saying: I have some good news and some bad news.
Me: Okay what?
Nate: The good news is I lost my tooth, the bad news is I swallowed it.
Me--I started giggling a little at this point and said, "Why don't you go upstairs and tell Dad what happened." On his way out the door I shouted, "I'm not digging through your poo to get it!"
Well this was the conversation he had with Dave:
Nate: "Look, I lost my tooth!"
Dave: "Wow! did you keep it?"
N: "Yes. Well, I did sorta keep it because I swallowed it."
N: "Yes, I thought it was a nut in my sandwich, so I swallowed it."
D: "What kind of sandwich were you eating?"
N: "Butter and honey."
D: "So.....no nuts?"
N: "No, no nuts. I thought it was a nut, and hten I decided to swallow it, and then I remembered I didn't have nuts in my sandwich, and then I realized my tooth was gone, and then it was too late."
At this point Dave is now giggling. Nate starts to walking out of the room and says,"I'm going to poop it out later, but mom said she won't dig through my poop. I wonder if it'll smell." Then he yells from the other room as he's coughing, "I'm trying to burp it out or something like that. It's not working."