The story the picture doesn't tell

On the surface the picture is what it seems, CJ being a monkey during dinner and ending up with yoghurt everywhere, while I try to coax him to take another mouthful. What the picture doesn't show is the actual turmoil that the house is currently in.

This morning we received the call that we had been hoping we never receive, although it was always lurking on the edge of possibility. CJ's Grandma, my mum, has past away. Instead of the normal routine, we switch to turmoil and start organising tickets and packing the suitcases so we can return to NZ as soon as possible.