Portrait of a Sneeze

I think this is proof that I am a good mother.

I sacrificed a perfectly good, clean, soft shirt - one of my favorites - when Harry made it obvious that he was about to sneeze a mouthful of applesauce. Perhaps this wasn't an entirely selfless act. Allowing the sneeze to go uncontained would have meant cleaning the high chair, floor, and dining room table, as well as thawing and heating a new breakfast for Harry. But still! This is an example of the disgusting things I have to do these days.