My two year old just yesterday informed me he was going to put a penny in his bottom.
Two year olds really have no sense. They can't be left alone to play, dogs or no dogs.
Sheesh. That's not where pennies go.
Everyone knows that's where you swipe the ATM card.
I would add that it was nice of him to provide you notice of his intentions. Most little boys I know would just have gone ahead and done it.
Then there was the time my little sister (now 30-some and mother of three girls under 3) put the button in her nose . . . and the time she put the popcorn kernel in her ear and it popped . . . and the time she pulled out both her (non-loose) front teeth because I'd lost a tooth and she figured the Tooth Fairy would double up on her . . .
As far as my brother went, I'll always remember him chasing me and my sister around the house with Dad's fraternity paddle (that thing was made out of METAL) . . . chugging a bottle of Jean Nate on a dare made by one of his sisters . . . putting half a lizard in my sister's shoe . . .
Good times, good times.