Saturday night, we had some new friends over for dinner. Their little girl is in Caroline’s class and we’ve gotten together to play a few times, so I thought it would be fun to have them over.
We grilled elk burgers (of course) and had a really enjoyable meal. After dinner, the girls headed to the playroom to play.
About five minutes later, Caroline comes running out of the playroom and announces to us that her friend is “coughing”. We all run in the room just in time to see the little girl cough up a piece of candy that she was choking on. We were all relieved that everything was okay.
Later, after our friends had gone home, P and I were talking about how proud we were that Caroline knew to come and tell us what was going on. P called her into the kitchen and said “You were so smart to come and tell Mama and Daddy that E. was choking. That’s exactly what you should do anytime someone is in trouble, go tell a grownup”.
Caroline listened and when he was done talking, she sighed, “Yes, I KNOW that” with a world weariness that indicates she is so tired of these adults she lives with stating the obvious.