Last night I was minding my own business when I realized that ONE had a mouthful of …

… wait for it …

LOOSE CHANGE.

When I said “WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH?!” He ran away. So then I had a child with a mouth chock full of pennies, dimes, and nickles running in the house. Perfect.

Husband jumped up off the couch yelling at him to spit them out right now, and so he did. Right into the bathroom sink. Then he turned on the water. 

I propped my feet up and listened to Husband frantically try to stop money from rolling down the pipe. Never. A. Dull. Moment.