Hearing the popcorn crackling, I emptied the hot bags into bowls for the kids. In our house, Saturday nights were movie nights.
Every weekend, my husband Jake, 39, and our kids - Ashlee, then 9, Reagan, 7, Nash, 2 - and I would all snuggle in front of the TV with popcorn.
It was our little tradition.
On 16 February, our film of choice was Mrs Doubtfire.
A Robin Williams classic.
Nash was sitting next to his dad on the sofa, while the girls sat laughing along with me.
A third of the way through the film, Nash put a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
But, as he chomped away, he suddenly started gagging.
My boy was choking!
Luckily, as Jake and I are flight attendants, we were both…
