I don't know why he swallowed the marble, perhaps he'll die.

But I sincerely doubt it and yes, I'm laughing about it now, why wait? The kids are so I'm joining in. 

I was cleaning up lunch and turn around to Z with a traumatized look on his face. What's the matter?

He starts to cry, "I swallowed a marble."

"What? A marble? Why? Really? Where is it?"

"I swallowed it, it's gone."

"Where was it?"

"On the floor."

"And it jumped into your mouth?"

"No. Well it slipped."

"How did you swallow a marble?"

"It slipped into my mouth."

"Why was it in your mouth? Just tell me the truth."

"It wasn't."

"Huh? What happened?" 

"I fell on the floor and it slipped into my mouth, it hit here (roof of his mouth) and then went in."

"Do you feel it now?"

"No."

"Well I guess you are going to poop a marble."

From the bathroom we hear a squeaky toy squeak. Giddy is washing his hands. 

"What was that?"-o

"The marble burping." -z 

And now it's a big joke about sucking the marble out of him.  Nev is singing about swallowing a marble. He and Olea are running around. He burps and says, my marble just burped. 

I pick up my iPod to journal the anomaly and he says, " Mom please don't call the doctors! Look I'm fine!"

Nev is doing a stand up comedy routine about swallowing a marble.

Real life. You can't make this stuff up.