Saturday night as I prepped the bowl of apple sauce for my ill daughter, she made that unmistakable sound. I hurried out of the kitchen to meet her quizzical expression. She new something was wrong, but did not know what to do with it. I ushered her to the bathroom, pointed at the toilet, and she promptly puked into the porcelain. This is a first, and it is a very useful skill. I don’t imagine we will have regular success with it, but it is good to know that it is there. The small silver linings of life.