This is driving me nuts. Yesterday when I got home from work I was opening the mail in the kitchen and my 13 month old son was playin in the kitchen. My mom asked "Danielle..whats in Brayden’s mouth?" and then he starts gaggin…so we yanked him up and I put my fingers in his mouth to get whatever it was out…it felt mushy..like cloth or something. He ended up swallowing whatever it was. There was absolutely nothing in the kitchen well that I saw he could have gotten into. BESIDES…a Hawaain Lay. I thought maybe he tore one of the little flowers off and ate that? He didn’t gag for long and it wasn’t anything hard. I called the nurse to make sure I shouldn’t take him to the ER. He was fine lastnight. Acted his normal self. She said it should pass through and come out in his stool. So I am waiting to see what it was he ate. And hopefully it comes out. Hopefully it wasn’t anything bad. I am still freakin out about it. I told my mom to pay close attention to him today and check every poopy diaper.

Has your baby ate anything crazy? Have you had an experience like this before?
Yeah my son likes rocks too..how weird lol. Those decorative rocks for candles..we were visiting someone and he tried to put it in his mouth…crazy! lol

In a novel I’m working on, a character is tied to a chair for between 15-17 hours (I haven’t completely decided on the time frame). Her hands are tied behind her back, palms facing out, fingers up, and anchored to a bar on the back of the chair. Her ankles are tied to the front legs of the chair. The first 5 or so, the chair is upright. The rest of the time the back of the chair is on the ground (or rather resting on her hands). She’s in a heated apartment in December, no food or water for the duration.

Is it possible that she’d only sprain her wrists, not break them? Say she catches the fall with her palms?

She’d obviously be dehydrated and hungry. And, I imagine her hands would be numb, since they’re under her, and her legs, since they’re above her head?

Did I miss anything?

Thanks!

a guy is sittin at a bar. he’s really wasted when all of a sudden he notices a jar of money on the top shelf. he calls the bartender over and asks, "hey, whass up with that money?" the bartender replies " that dough is waiting for the bravest man alive to win it." the man says "hell, i’m brave, whaddo i godda do?"
the bartender points to a sign that reads:
1. kill the rat in the back room.
2. pull one molar each from the two rottweilers in the yard.
3. screw 500 lb. bertha for an hour.
"i can do that!!!" the drunk proclaims. as the bartender shakes his head, the man stumbles off his stool and heads for the back room. several minutes later, he emerges covered in blood and fur. "one down, two to go!" he yells. he then goes outside and locks the gate behind him. after several more minutes of screaming and snarling, the man crawls through the door, torn to shreds and missing a few fingers. "okay, now where’s the fat lady who needs some teeth pulled?"
by the way, i didn’t make this joke up. pricks.