I ate rock!

Yup. It finally happened. Milind was playing with some decorative pebbles that I have in a vase - that's happened before, so nothing unusual there.

And about 15 mins later, we look around and he had TWO of those in his mouth!! :-O I reached in immediately and managed to get one out. But as I reached in for the second one, I saw him swallow. A very distinct and big swallow. Uhh ohhhh.

While we looked on in shock, he continued with his affairs with absolutely no acknowledgment of recent incident. While my first(and only) instinct was to bust out laughing, D was trying very hard to impress upon Milind the seriousness of the situation. Didn't quite work. All we got was him walking around saying "I ate rock!" all night long. After looking it up online(Google zindabad) and re-assuring ourselves that the editors of Wikipedia could be trusted with our son's health, we went to bed.

We did call the doctor the next day and supposedly, the only thing to do was to inspect any "output" with great dedication. Which D did. Nada next morning - just the usual contents, which parents are all to familiar with, so I won't go into much more detail here.

Upon Milind's insistence, we informed the grandparents that he had eaten a "rock". So now, we had 6 people eagerly awaiting pebble-studded poop. And without much ado, the pebble arrived that night - with a loud "clink" announcing its safe arrival.

We had a glass of wine to celebrate the occasion and reflect on how far we had come in life. Indeed.