scary.

They look so sweet laying together on Liza's playmat.

Absolutely precious.

I took this picture thinking that Henry is 

the best two-year-old big brother

a baby girl could have.

3 minutes later,

he proved me wrong.

If you are familiar with my house,

my babies were laying on the floor in front of the red leather chair in the living room;

aka

out of my sight when I'm in the kitchen.

I took this sweet picture and then stepped into the kitchen to finish wiping off the counters.

We don't have much counter space. 

I wasn't gone for long.

I peeked around the corner when I heard Henry dancing around saying,

"Hen Hen did it, Hen Hen did it."

I asked him what he did.

He jabbered his usual jabber, pointed to his mouth and then to Liza's mouth.

My stomach sank to the floor.

I asked him to show me what he did.

He pretended to grab something off the floor and put it in Liza's mouth.

My stomach, heart and spleen sank to the floor.

I grabbed our precious, innocent little girl off the mat

and swept out her mouth with my finger.

Out came a piece of waxed paper packaging 

that Henry had gotten out of my dirt pile when I had swept a few hours earlier.

She gagged.

This time, I did the finger sweep down her throat.

Out came a second piece of waxed paper packaging.

A third finger sweep reassured me that I had gotten every piece out of her mouth and throat.

It was scary.

Very very scary.

This happened a few hours ago and my heart is still beating fast at the possibilities.

What if he hadn't been so proud to have shoved that paper in her mouth?

What if it had been a bead rather than a piece of waxed paper?

What if it had been a piece of plastic bag that doesn't come out with the finger sweep?

What if?

What if?

What if?

I'm still freaking out a little bit, if you can't tell....