I remember it like it was yesterday. Evan was two-and-a-half and I was away on business when Lisa called me on my cell phone. I was meeting with a customer so I let her call ring over into my voice mail. A few seconds later, she called again. That was our "sign". I needed to answer the phone.

Lisa was pretty calm but obviously shaken. She explained to me that Evan had swallowed some change that I had left sitting on the bathroom counter. She wasn't sure exactly how many coins. Maybe a few pennies and a couple of dimes. I had not taken it with me on my trip because I never like having coins in my pocket when I go through airport security.

Evan wasn't choking or anything. In fact, she said that he seemed perfectly contented. But, she had seen him swallow the last coin and he had told her what he'd done. Lisa and I agreed that she should call the doctor so we hung up so she could do that.

A few minutes later she called me back and said that the doctor had said that he'd probably be fine. "These things come to pass" or something like that, he'd said. He told her to watch his diapers for the coins and also to keep an eye on him to make sure he stayed "regular" and didn't develop a fever. Lisa and I were concerned but felt sure everything would be okay. Still, as I finished my business calls that day and headed to the hotel, what had happened hung heavily over me.

As soon as I got to the hotel and checked into my room, I called Lisa, anxious to hear how things were going. When she answered the phone, I immediately asked "How's he doing?"

To which she replied, "No change yet."

Get it? No "change" yet.

Gotcha.

Sorry.