Judge Not The Hotdog Lest Ye Be Judged
There is this article popping up in Twitterville about a beautiful little girl who died choking on a hotdog. This is so profoundly sad and horrible and I can’t imagine the grief of losing one’s child.
But, the article goes on to say that the AAP wants a ban on hotdogs and wants their size changed to prevent choking and the article even notes that there is a company making flatdogs.
And this is where I got a little judgey….
First judgement: Hotdogs aren’t the greatest food for kids anyway. Most are loaded with nitrates. Yuck.
Reality: Really, who am I to judge? I sometimes let my kid eat the dreaded Goldfish. Yes, I can feel your looks of “anti-hydrogynated oils” hatred and disgust burning my way through the blogoshere. But if you had a low weight kid, you might let her have a little cheesy fishy every now and then too.
Second Judgement: Does it take a rocket scientist to cut up the damn hotdog?
Reality:I sometimes let Bug eat baby carrots. Should I be cutting up these little crunchy delights of wholesome goodness? Are carrots just another deathtrap masquerading as a healthy snack?
Third Judgement: Haven’t food items of hotdog shape been around for like a long time (note to self–google sausage/hotdog making history) without mass pandemic of child choking?
Reality: God, I am such a history nerd that I probably will google this shit.
All this said, I too choked on a hotdog when I was a kid. My mom performed the Heimlich manuever (I freakin’ love the name of this technique) and the ‘dog popped right on out. YAY Heimlich!