Kenna, Kenna, Kenna

That stinker........we were reading a story before bed, and Kenna started to cough.  It was a strange cough, and I immediately stood up and went to her, "Are you okay, Kenna?"  She said, "Mom, I swallowed a penny!"
She was a little distraught, but was talking and breathing fine.  I immediately remembered seeing a dime on the floor five minutes earlier.  Asked her if it was silver, confirming it was a dime, indeed.  Called the pediatrician, and he said to watch her closely for any issues and strain her poop for the next few days to make sure it passes~fun times.

Now, each time she goes potty, she says things like~
Mom, if you hear a "plop" then it came out.
Mom! It didn't come out!
Mom, maybe when its winter and I go outside, and its really, really cold, and I feed the reindeer, it will melt (the dime).

Hopefully, this confusion & obsession with the dime will ensure no future episodes of putting money in her mouth.  All we can do is hope.

Bad Words

Wyatt:  Mom, how old do we have to be to say bad words?
Jess:  Eighteen.
Kenna: (to her brothers in a loud, hushed voice) No guys, we can just say them when we are outside by ourselves!

There you have it, my 3 year old (3 and 3/4, according to her). Such a stinker.
Somewhat comforting, however, is that by "bad words," they mean, butthead, stupid, shut-up, and the like, at least at this point.