Chip in my Heart

We had a very VERY serious problem in Vandyville tonight. Shortly after dinner, B began complaining that he had a chip in his heart and he was going to die. He insisted on being laid on the couch and needed to call Grandma and Bugga to tell them he was sorry he was going to die. Whoa! Mom sort of thought he was kidding until he started to REALLY cry! I took action and began monitoring his vitals immediately. About 10 minutes into the ordeal, I found the issue. He eat chips and salsa like a cave man and really did have a chunk of chip stuck! I shared my diagnosis with Mom and quickly prescribed a glass of warm milk. Crisis averted, brother saved.  Call me Dr. Cole.