“It was okay, we’re okay. We’re all okay. Okay?”
Okay…. that was a little scary. Actually, it’s one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced, including watching the Exorcist while stoned in high school. That gave me nightmares for days. This I’ll never forget.

Fyona burped, and then Fyona was choking. Her color went from pink to red in moments, then she sneezed a big old snot ball and farted a White Castle caliber bomb. I grabbed her and started doing the burp maneuver, then immediately went to work with a nasal aspirator. She quickly calmed down, gave a little smile, and contentedly fell asleep. Mom and Dad stood over her frozen but with heart rates like hummingbirds for the next hour. Now I say, “immediately” when I refer to my life saving work (I saved MOM’s life; Fyona was always okay) with the aspirator, but that’s not accurate. We had to find it first. Lesson learned: keep that little bastard where it can be seen.
Everything was okay, and we were right there to catch it. We remained collected and in charge during a crisis, even if that crisis was more in our heads than in reality. In retrospect I know that it actually wasn’t that scary of a scenario, but HOLY SHIT.
This is going to be one wild New Years Weekend.






