No thanks, I just had a bar of soap.

While the baby doesn't mouth things like she used to, I still have to keep an eye on her to keep undesireable objects out of her mouth. Sometimes I am not as successful as I would like to be.

Yesterday I heard a choking sound coming from my bedroom. It only took a quarter of a second to determine that the baby was not playing in the living room anymore. I dashed off to the bedroom, kicking myself for not keeping a closer eye on her.

As I rounded the bedroom door I saw her, unharmed, toddling toward me with a dismayed expression on her face. In her outstretched hand was the soap dish. Big sister had obviously forgotten to put the soap dish back after washing her hands.

I peeked into the bathroom. Sure enough, there was the soap, resting on the floor, teeth marks covering its center.

I'd have made choking sounds too, if I'd tried to eat a bar of soap.