Roman was jibbering to me about how I could have added a little bit more alfredo sauce to his fettucini and chicken. I let him know that instead of thinking about how I could improve on the dish, maybe he should focus more on how to get the noodles in his tiny mouth. As you can see by his expression, the conversation ceased. The silence between us was awkward as we contemplated each other's point. 

Shortly thereafter, a chunk of chicken slid down his face and onto his lap, and the moment was lost, never to be regained............