Guess I Oughta Share Next Time...When my babies get old enough to stick junk off the floor in their mouths, I train them to spit things out into my hand when I say, "Spit it out!" It works great, and has saved my toddlers from swallowing all manner of disgusting stuff.
Yesterday I got a chocolate craving and grabbed a handful of chocolate chips to nibble on. My one year old had just eaten her lunch and was playing near me in the living room. Since I didn't really want to
I thought I was being very discreet. But pretty soon my toddler walked over to me, nose twitching like a bunny. Looking at me suspiciously, she leaned towards me and inhaled deeply. Sensing trouble, I tried to hold my breath so as not to share the aroma and give myself away.
That's when she put her hand under my mouth and said, "Spit."