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"Near-death Experience"
"Can the baby have a life-saver?" the little girl asked.
I knew there was a reason not to, but I couldn't think of it. "How nice. Thank you."
Minutes later the 13-month-old gagged, and I remembered why not. His daddy went pale and shook him a little, but I grabbed him and slammed him belly-down across my knee.
"Whuhp!" A sticky red lifesaver sailed across the cement floor like a stone skipped on a lake surface. The baby coughed. I sat him up on my lap and he looked at me, eyes round, his expression clearly asking, "What?" and burped.
"Near-death Experience"
"Can the baby have a life-saver?" the little girl asked.
I knew there was a reason not to, but I couldn't think of it. "How nice. Thank you."
Minutes later the 13-month-old gagged, and I remembered why not. His daddy went pale and shook him a little, but I grabbed him and slammed him belly-down across my knee.
"Whuhp!" A sticky red lifesaver sailed across the cement floor like a stone skipped on a lake surface. The baby coughed. I sat him up on my lap and he looked at me, eyes round, his expression clearly asking, "What?" and burped.