He gave me a smart-ass smile and said, “No one here knows the Heimlich.” “Isn’t that, like, a parental requirement or something? How do you and Lisa have kids and no Heimlich-ing skills?” He stared directly at my overfilled mouth. “We foolishly assumed our offspring wouldn’t suck down food like sows.” “You know what happens when you assume, right?” “Yeah.” He winked and went back to the paper. “Someone’s an ass.”
