There’s more to being the father of a kid with celiac disease than being annoying at restaurants and crying in grocery stores. There’s a lot of freaking out about the presence of gluten and cross-contamination as well. And sometimes, it involves washing dishes. Lots of dishes.
Last night, I went to the silverware drawer to get some forks and knives for dinner. I pulled out a knife and realized that it was covered with Nutella. “Who put a dirty knife back in the drawer?” I called out. “It’s covered with food!”