Poor Tick-Tick

The parents of 2 1/2-year-old Wayne Tepper of Brooklyn went to the movies one evening last week, leaving Wayne at his grandmother's house, happily playing with Granny's tiny gold wristwatch. When they came back, Wayne had a stomachache but no watch. "Wayne," asked his mother, "where is the tick-tick?" "I swallowed it," said Wayne. "You threw it out of the crib, didn't you?" she asked hopefully. "I eat it, Mommie. I eat it," said Wayne again. "Poor tick-tick."

Convinced at last, the Teppers rushed Wayne to a doctor, who put him behind a fluoroscope. There, sure enough, was the watch in Wayne's stomach. The doctor advised waiting. After three days of waiting for the tick-tick to emerge, the Teppers consulted another doctor, who thought an operation might be necessary. That afternoon Wayne's daily X ray showed a new development: the watch had descended from his stomach to his intestines. Next day the watch was returned to Granny by nature.

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