Cecily the day after the nightmare
So about mid-day today, out pops … you got it, one of daddy’s D8’s. The whole D&D group is horrible about dropping dice on the floor and I’m constantly telling them to pick it up right away so its not forgotten, but I guess I missed one. Not even a complaint, surprisingly enough, when she passed it, but then again Cecily rarely complains. I have no idea how long that dice stayed in her throat before she finally choked, but we’re really lucky the paramedics didn’t have to fish it out when they got here (given that she managed to swallow it soon after she turned blue!) or she would have one heck of a sore throat today.