Sorry if there are mistakes, I'm still pretty shaken.Long story short, I cut my 2.5 year old son's hotdog in half lengthwise, because I'm paranoid like that. He started eating and I turned my attention to my daughter. Heard a weird sound and saw he was staring at me and not making sounds. Jumped out of my chair, grabbed him, turned him over my knee with my knee cap under his sternum, head pointed down. Gave him three or four sharp blows with the bottom part of my hand, and three pieces of hotdog ended up coming out. He'd crammed so much in his mouth that it jammed up.He was pretty scared and told me after "I not breaving! Then you hit me!! Now I breave!"So please, fellow parents, take a first aid course and cut up those damn hotdogs. I hope none of you ever experience this, but if you do, you can save your child's life with the right knowledge. via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/2ycHPNU
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