Summers is going swimmingly- well is it summer?

It's been sometime since I have sat down to write and I need to do so more often so that there is one idea I can write about, not a myriad of memories antidotes and vast pit of situations we get into as a family. Situations is a good POV as you keep contact on children. Yesterday as I think we are just driving along I hear. "I swallowed it", while in highschool or college that can be a badge of honor for some, a good night to others and today you just expect it to make youtube, coming from the back seat it means only one thing-NOT GOOD. and I Knew exactly what that not good was. Jack just prior to getting in the car found a metal ball. It was heavy for its size, smaller them a marble but larger then a pee. I believe I called it a ball barring but more then likely since it came from outside his church that doubles as a school and now summers camp program is being run from there I think it is a piece from some game. In any case I know what it was, I yelled WHAT! Not the right first reaction when the poor little kid is already concerned and scared. I had to do some quick back paddling and tell him its not a big deal, no problem. I tell him that it will go through his digestive system and come out in his BM. He has all sorts of ideas that it will get stuck or hold food back or come out his ear, maybe even weight him down swimming, but I calm him and say no, That even I as a little kid had swallowed a dime and it too made the same journey. I told him that him my Dad tried to hang me from my feet and even shake it out. But in a day or two it made its way out on is own. I let him know that it was much harder for the shape of a dime to do that. I had him calm down and he was even trying to feel for the ball inside him, His sister was making a little song or limerick out of Jack swallowed a ball and is going to poop it out. AND then I called the doctor's office. Was looking up the number of the hospital on my phone and Jack did not understand this, In fact he was quite concerned, this even heightened his wonder past his very 1st reaction because I had just said, No Big Deal, no problem. I could see him thinking then Why Dad, then why call Hospital- PROBLEM. Why the hospital, the call at all if I were fine- I could see the cog wheels of his mind working over time, double time! I quickly tell him that all though I am sure he his fine I want to double check and it's the smart thing to do. As all I could do was leave a message for the doctor he did not give more thoughts to this ball in the gut issue. We proceeded to get some bambino burgers at Good times burger and then off to the pool. In the pool he wonder a bit about this ball it pull me down, I think I can feel it and where will it come out and how and will I see it. Those are a few of the questions he is ask of me and himself. I too am wondering when and will we see it. I am not to concerned that it will not make the journey, I only wonder how long, day maybe two and will I see it. Well since this is about 3 or 4 weeks now that I am writing to finish this up, the answer is no, I never did see it. BUT Jack is pooping fine, there - well I do not need to get into any of that, but he's cool. So we continue to swim, we don't eat anything but food and hopefully it was a good lesson, for Jack and Sydney.
We have been good not to put anything else in mouth-so far! But god things change so fast and you never know what is around that corner-Dad is living with, what next will I hear, Besides Dad I swallowed it, Just I put my finger in it, on it, over it, my head is stuck, my leg/arm fit in there but it wont come out, Dad can you find me cause I have no idea where I have gone to- just a few to follow, some have already happened.