Dane wasn't choking or anything, he just kept finding and eating candy. Dinner was minutes away and I was having one of those days in which I was fed up with children saying they weren't hungry because they'd been snacking heavily.
Oh, Dane would run and hide with it. I'd squeeze his little cheeks and try to swipe it out to no avail. I'd get bit, but he could swallow it down before I ever had a shot at it anyway.
Finally, out of desperation, I put my mouth over his and just inhaled with all I had. I got a mouthful of saliva-soaked chocolate, but it was worth it. I had won. After that, Dane followed me around most of the night saying, "Mommy, you suck my mouth." He was so impressed by what I had done that he had to tell anyone that would listen.
So I didn't save his life or anything, but I saved my sanity for a while and all it took was a little mouth-to-mouth, in the reverse.
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