sprout, ypu must have been terrified. i would have been crying afterwards as well. not only from the obvious, but what dw would have done to me, lol.
i remember we couldn't get my son to eat meat at around two years old. no matter how soft it was, or how small we cut it, he would just chew it, and chew it, and suck on it and chew it until it was a small grey mass in his mouth that he would eventually spit out. i was always so scared that he'd choke on that grey ball o' meat (a delicacy in north wales...lol. hey, where's bolas?) .
one day when i'd made the softest and most moist meaty thing i could think of, veal cubes and peppers with a side of ziti in tomato sauce, i saw him eat everything seperately, downing the peppers and ziti, but chewing and chewing the extremely tender and fatty veal.
so i got a brilliant idea. thinking canneloni, except on a kiddie scale, i mashed the veal and peppers together and stuffed them into the tiny ziti each adroitly by hand.
he loved it! and i got him to ingest meat!
it also made me realize that at that age, texture is a large part of the ballgame. new teeth and learning to use your tongue to move things around is a motor skill that is learned just like walking. once they get it, it's easy street after that, with constant guidance of course.
with other foods like grapes, hard candies, and such, i will always remember my dad warning us as kids and again as parents that any food that is shaped as if it can form a plug in the esophagus shpuld be avoided at all costs. all the way until a child becomes a teenager, and again when teeth are fake and there's snow on the roof, if you know what i mean.
It isn't. But, you could ask if they would like some water 
