So our little chap Timmy has been a bit slow to start talking. It's something which is actually pretty common with boys, and nothing at all to worry about - except if you're a champion worrier like me. Which is just preamble to explain the complete and utter flooding of joy and relief I feel when, barrelling down a country highway at 110km/hr, I hear the following whole sentence uttered from the back seat: "Timmy sneeze! Nose...booger...fall down." Yep. He sneezed, and a booger flew out his nose. And now I know.