It’s dinner time and we are dining on Boboli pizza, apple sauce and a glass of rice milk. The twins are enjoying the pizza and all is well. Everyone is in a good mood at the end of a nice weekend and I am relaxed and at ease while eating my slice of pepperoni pizza.
Then, without warning, TheMonk begins to make a terrible noise and I am jolted back to reality. I look over at TheMonk and his face is beet red. He is holding his hands to his throat while continuing to make a loud, choking noise. “Ack! Ack! Ack!”
Realizing my son is in danger, I jump up and ask, “MONK! ARE YOU OKAY?! ARE YOU OKAY?!!!!”
I run over to his chair and prepare to lift him up out of the chair. His face is a deep red now and I know I have to act fast. I focus on what I’ll do once I reach him. I decide I’ll whack him between the shoulder blades first but will also be prepared to lift him up to perform the Heimlich maneuver if needed.
TheMonk is watching me react and our eyes are locked onto each other as I race to him. He can visibly see the fear in my face and I ask again, “MONK, ARE YOU OKAY?!!!”
And then… The kid smiles at me.
He pulls his hands away from his neck, relaxes as the redness drains from his face, and lets out a laugh.
I stop in my tracks, having trouble computing just what is happening. It is clear that he is no longer choking but what becomes even clearer as he continues to laugh is that he never was choking in the first place.
Yep, the kid thought it would be funny to make his old man sweat. And his laughter made it clear that he had succeeded pretty good.
Until I started choking him with my own hands. Then it wasn’t so funny.
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