To Choke Or Not To Choke

The Poop's got two teeth. Side by side. There are more waiting to debut at the top. Granted, the incisors are a while away; she's not ready to pull up a pew at a medieval banquet and start tearing raw meat from the bone, but, in my opinion, she needs to be getting a bit more on board with the chewing lark. Her dinners are getting lumpier and she can work her way through a bowl of soft veg mashed up with a fork, but when it comes to proper finger foods, she is a worry.

Boo holds items offered - a biscuit, toast, cheese, a rice cake thingy, a piece of fruit, happily. I wrote 'piece of fruit' last - and indeed now twice, so it sticks in your mind and you subsequently think I'm a good mother (provided no one tells you about the Space Raiders she routinely has for supper).
However, once holding her scran, she decides to do one of two things with it - mush it into the floor or stuff the WHOLE THING into her tiny toothless chops.

The mushing into the floor of her food is bitterly irritating, yet it is by far my favourite of her two behaviours, as it involves only a period of cleaning up for me, rather than the stay in hospital required after having had a stroke due to the

 stress of Boo ramming whole slices of bread into her suffocating mouth.

She packs huge unchewable, chunks of everything into her grid and makes little or no effort to perform any sort of mastication on each mighty morsel, instead choosing to cough, baulk and splutter her way through every choking bite.

So, what do I do?

Do I allow her, thrice daily, to stuff whole pizzas, settees and unattended ratchet sets into her mouth so she is able to learn through experience how to graze appropriately?

Do I resign myself to months and years of worry, get on bezzie mate terms with the Heimlich maneovre and sit tight ready for the next time she wheezes out for help?

Or does she eat mash, soup, porridge and yoghurt for the rest of her life?

*rushes off to grate, melt, mash and whisk Bettys 21st  birthday meal*