QUOTE(Grits @ Apr 20 2013, 02:34 PM)

Mine would have to be a threat to my kids. I mean I’m not a fan of basements or clowns, but those aren’t real fears. There was a long-ago incident (spoiler alert: he’s fine) where my son turned blue in my arms while we sat on the front steps waiting for an ambulance, and there’s no bargain a parent won’t strike in that situation.
When my son had just started crawling, I asked my middle brother to watch him while I went to the bathroom. I had just cleaned up a drawer that had broken and splintered, but missed a piece under the entertainment center. He found it, and I heard my brother go "Sissy! HE'S CHOKING!" I stuck my fingers down his throatand couldn't reach it. I stuck my fingers in there a second time and he puked, and the piece came up. He took a deep breath and the sweetest sound I ever heard was the hoarse cry he let out. The piece wasn't that far down, but his teensy mouth was too small for my fingers. After that, I think he was in my arms for a solid month before I put him down, lol