Aw... she looks so little fast asleep in her BIG high chair with her elbow in spaghetti. I get the camera and snap a photo. Then I start thinking... "OH CRAP! DID SHE CHOKE?!?!?! IS SHE BREATHING!!?!?!?!?!?!?"
I run up close to examine her more closely and check to see if her chest is moving.
I don't see her moving. I'm about ready to shake her awake when I see her fingers move. She's alive. Thank goodness! I really freaked Kevin out by running up and examining her like that with a look of horror on my face, acting like something was wrong. He was setting next to her the whole time... but it still got my heart pumping.
We laughed about the powers of Nana's comfort food, putting Hannah to sleep an hour before bedtime. It doubles for comedy for us as well!