Our five-year-old daughter, Miss J, is very gifted at thinking of reasons to get out of bed. Sometimes we can tell that she's been using all her powers of creativity to come up with what she thinks is the perfect plan to escape the prison of bedtime.
Over the past two years or so, Miss J has had countless "tummy aches", a few "fevers", and several phantom aches and pains. One time, she happily announced that she had broken her ribs. The problem (or the good thing for us) is she's a really bad liar. She prances out into the living room and announces quite nonchalantly,
"My tummy hurts!"
Or, she knocks at our bedroom door and says with a little smile,
"I fell out of bed!"
And you're obviously not injured, so climb back in!
"There's a cat in my room!"
And I know for a fact that you let him in, so let him back out!
"I think I might have a headache!"
You think you might have a headache? And you're happy about it?
"Maybe it's not just something silly."
Makes perfect cents to me.
P.S. Don't worry. We called the doctor, and Miss J will be fine. Most objects less than an inch in diameter (except for batteries, magnets and sharp objects) usually pass quite easily through the digestive system. However, she will probably suffer some emotional damage for being teased mercilessly about always having to put in her own two cents.