This morning I looked over to see Charlotte making a sour face... clearly she put something in her mouth that wasn't supposed to be there, that is nothing new. When I went to intervene, she spit out a still-writhing worm. A few seconds later, his head followed.
I haven't gotten up the courage to kiss her yet. I have been wondering if she is noticing that I am keeping my distance, because she also got her own cup of smoothie this morning instead of sharing as we usually do. Maybe one day I will recover from the disturbing images of half worm on the kitchen floor... but it's not going to be any time soon.