Sad thing is I'm only half joking.
Last Friday one of the children next door lobed one of their toys over the fence which Bob picked up and on seeing me promptly swallowed. He also got to an inch size ball before me but I managed to get that. A week of anxiety has followed until this morning when he vomited it up. Here it is - cleaned up of course.
I must mention that the centre of that contains what seems to be another inch sized ball.
All fine and dandy, it's out, I'm content. Until around half and hour ago that is.
I hear him chewing on something, look and see it is the leather bookmark I've been using, quarter gone. He sees me and swallows the rest.
This type of thing is nothing new, he is nine years old and has done this all his life, with all sorts of things. I've not always seen what until it comes out of one or the other ends.
I'm tired and getting too old for it all.
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