Tucker came in from playing outside, with his mouth full of what appeared to be a very tasty, crunchy treat. It sounded like he was crunching ice with his little teeth. He stood next to me, munching, munching, munching.
I said, "Hi, Tuck. Are you enjoying a treat?"
Munch, munch, munch.
"Robb, what did you give him?"
"I didn't give him anything to eat."
And then I realized, Tucker isn't just chewing. He is frantically trying to show me that he has bitten off more than he can chew, quite literally. He needed help.
"Tuck, what is in your mouth?"
"Rocks? Rocks?? There are rocks in your mouth?"
I stayed calm, encouraging him to spit them out into my hand, when his gag reflex kicked into high gear. Before we knew it, I was doing the finger swipe, clearing out all of the morsels of geology he had put in his mouth, just to see how it felt.