So Sunday when I woke up from my nap I went in and found Nate already awake from his. I told him to go potty and he said he did (In his pants). I said okay, lets go change and he said "OK, and I was wondering if you could help me get something out of my bottom". Hmmm... "What's in your bottom, Nate?"
"A Sword".
So, this is a sword just like what he put there, next to a quarter. It took a sedative and 4 hours in the ER to remove it. Poor kid. I almost feel bad for him, almost.
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