The Dime

So yesterday we were riding in the car on our way home from picking Wyatt up from school...all of a sudden Rea says, "Mommy! Money in my mouth!". I looked in the rearview mirror and told her to get the money out of her mouth. Honestly, I have no idea where she had even found a coin... Then she tells me that she ate the money. I borderline panicked and called Josh's mom, who is a pediatric nurse. She told me just to watch Reagan, but she would probably pass it and be just fine. After I got off the phone with Pat, Wyatt says to Reagan, "Oh no, Rea! Now it's going to have poop on it when we find it!". I'm glad we finally know where Wyatt's priorities lie. haha.

Anyway, this afternoon we recovered a dime from Rea's afternoon diaper bomb. Wyatt was not happy that I chose to throw the dime away. He told me that "Daddy would not be happy about that"...which is probably true. Daddy isn't fond of throwing away money. :)