Today I came home tired and hungry... very hungry. I was pleased to find that Andrew had dinner prepared, and was getting Julian and Nora situated at the dining room table. He asked me to put together a salad... it was a yummy one. Baby spinach, beans, chickpeas, eggs... mmmmmm. We sat down for a lovely family meal. Music playing softly in the background. All was well. For about 30 seconds. Nora started crying, which quickly turned into screaming. She didn't want to eat. Well, she didn't want to eat from her chair, she wanted to sit on mommy's lap (who could blame her?). Honestly, I would have let her sit on top of my head if I could just keep eating (so very hungry). So, Nora on my lap, pleased as punch... me munching away, trying to avoid getting pieces of egg in her hair, when it happened. Nora sneezed. A big, wet sneeze. Right over my plate. The room was silent. Andrew looked up from his plate, but I could tell he did not want our eyes to meet. He didn't want to be aware of what he knew would happen next.