I've aged 15 years today..

Kent was outside with Jon Kent and Zoey playing. I came inside with Nathan to fold some laundry and do something (forget now). I look over at Nathan he was red in the face like he couldn't get his breath and I could tell he was choking so I pick him up and hook my finger in his mouth to see if I could grab whatever it was.. couldn't. So I turned him upside down and hit his back and he threw up twice and out popped a penny. I think at this point I actually started breathing again for the first time in 2 minutes. This penny was the same penny that Jon Kent and Zoey were both playing with earlier. So I stomp out of the house with said penny in hand and Nathan in my other with baby puke all over me and command the kids to, "Get here RIGHT NOW!". I guess they could tell I was mad because by the time they both got to me they had their heads down and I think Zoey was already crying. I told them that pennies and little toys DO NOT belong in the floor and that if I see any of their small toys in the floor that they would be thrown away and they would get a spanking (yes, we do spank.. my kids, my rules.. your kids, your rules). I sent them both to their rooms to "think" about what I said. I handed over Nathan to Kent, who had a look of what in the world just happened on his face, and went inside to clean up the puke that was all over my floors and even on the front door. After I calmed down a little bit I went back into each of their rooms and reexplained what happened and what their punishment would be later if I found little things that they had left on the floor again. I then told them to stay in their beds until I wasn't mad anymore.. and while exiting their rooms told them "it might be awhile". Jon Kent started crying because he didn't want to stay in his bed and he was really sorry that Nathan was hurt (my sweet tenderhearted child) and Zoey... fell asleep... lol. I think I made Jon Kent stay in his bed around 15-20 more minutes and Zoey would have been able to get up too if she weren't asleep. Anyway, I am just really thankful that I was able to get my senses together long enough to remember what to do.. I was in a panic and was heading toward the door to go outside while I was doing it because Kent is certified in CPR and other life saving methods so I knew if I couldn't get whatever it was out of his throat, he could. Whew.. I'm sure I aged a few years and popped some gray hairs. While I was cleaning up and finally had my senses again I just bent over on my knees and thanked God that it turned out the way it did.