just another sunday afternoon...

Here is the scenario:

We are sitting quite quaintly, perhaps even pastorally; a family spending a lazy Sunday afternoon around the coffee table. Baby Girl absent mindedly pops something into her mouth, which in and of itself is a miracle as all food must be carefully considered and pass a ritualistic test prior to gaining Baby Girl's stamp of approval (for those who are interested, it goes something like this...dainty touch to the lips to test for consistency and obvious unpleasant odour or taste, touch quickly to tip of the tongue to allow a more thorough taste-test, tentative nibble and finally, if all is well, a full bite. Note that whilst this happens I sit there like a nervous nelly fretting that the offered food won't pass the test but outwardly pretending to be nonchalant, even footloose and fancy free). Quickly realising that she had made a hasty and ill-informed decision to pop said morsel, Baby Girl made a face like she'd sucked on a lemon and went to spit out the food. Without missing a beat, mid-sentence and with the reflexes of well seasoned professionals, Mr. Lemony Lemonade and I sprang into action. I quickly cupped my hand beneath Baby Girl's mouth and caught the offending morsel and a goodly amount of spittle whilst Mr. Lemony Lemonade, in one swift motion, reminiscent of a gunslinger in a spaghetti western, liberated a wet wipe from a nearby package and wiped Baby Girl's mouth clean. The whole thing took less than two seconds. Mr. Lemony Lemonade and I, disaster averted, leaned back in our chairs and exhaled. Baby Girl clapped her hands in delight, looked at both of us with the pride of a parent, threw her hands in the air and exclaimed, "TEAMWORK!"