Still breathing

Tonight we celebrated my dad's birthday. The restaurant provided a great carrot cake, chock full of nuts and raisins. I was feeling rather brave, bolstered by the epi-pen and benadryl in my purse, and told S he could have it. He's never reacted to walnuts before, so I was ok with him having it. He took a bite, sighed, and then announced, "still breathing".