What have I not been doing this week you ask? Well as a tenured mother of three small boys I would definitely not give my 8 month old a dangerous toy. I would have sorted those all out of our stash at this point, right? I would not foolishly assume that because he has not yet sprouted any pearly whites that he is incapable of biting off part of the toy and nearly choking on it. I would not, of course, let this all happen as I was driving, panic when I heard him choking, swerve dangerously off the side of the road at rush hour, turn on my flashers and began frantically sweeping his mouth for the missing horn of the appropriately styled "monster" with which he was entertaining himself. No, I would definitely not do that.
And to top it all off, I would most definitely not let this all happen when my mother-in-law was in the car. Because if she were in the car to see me panic, swerve, and then say in a determined voice to my darling babe, "You have pulled through two open heart surgeries, you will NOT choke to death dammit." Because at that point she might not ever ride with me or leave me alone with my little Mac again. No I would never let that happen, not me!
(I did also not spend the next three days searching little McKay's diapers for the one monster horn I did not find in his mouth. I still have not found it. Maybe I did not let another child eat it long before this incident...one wonders.)