We had a very close call at home this morning, and it feels like a huge setback in terms of my daughter's anxiety about food. ARRGH. I was up late with my 3 year old, who's had croup. So my husband got up early to make breakfast, which was nice. What wasn't good--when he stopped at the store on the way home late last night, he picked up a package of sweet rolls in addition to the milk we needed. I've made sweet rolls before, but with egg replacer. He saw some in the refrigerator section that appeared to be egg-free. But he didn't pick up one of those packages (which scare me, too. Totally paranoid about x-contamination.) I came downstairs, smelling something cinnamon-y, and saw sweet rolls on everyone's plates. Nobody had started eating yet, though. I dashed into the kitchen and pulled the wrapper out of the garbage, and sure enough, they had eggs in them. ARGH. So I grabbed all of the plates off the table and tried to ditch the rolls without anyone noticing (planning to talk to husband once DD went to school), but she walked in, saw what I was doing, and figured it out. Then came the tears, and the millions of anxious questions. "Did those touch the counter?" "Is there egg on the table now?" "My hair feels wet--do you think there's egg in it?" My husband feels terrible, and I don't think he realized just how big a problem the anxiety was until now. And, of course, I think he'll never make this mistake again. Nor will I let him. UGH.