on his DINNER. He was gulping down an Arby's sandwich, and apparently not chewing very well and not paying attention. All of a sudden he was gagging and pointing and not breathing. husband smacked him hard on the back and a huge gob of food fell out, but he was still choking. Then he started gesturing like he wanted someone to do the Heimlich on him and pointing to his throat. husband smacked him harder and a bit higher between the shoulder blades and more came out. Then suddenly difficult child 1 heaved and vomited out still more food. After that, he was able to breathe. Then difficult child 1 starts LAUGHING. Oh. My. Gosh. That was a sure-fire way to send husband over the edge when you throw in the stress of seeing your kid choking to death... he blew up at him and started ranting about the need to actually CHEW one's food. I admittedly joined in scolding, though I was no where near as irate as husband (why is it that fear is always reacted to with a show of anger in some people?) What a night!