There was a lot going on at the table so it took a while for me to realize that Lydia was rolled over on her back struggling with a tube of yogurt. I watched her for a few second, completely baffled about what was going on. It was like watching a monkey struggle to eat a small snake. Finally, I placed my hand on her shoulder, “Lydia! Lydia, stop it. Stop!” Her body relaxed and she sat up, “What?” “What?” I echoed back. “What do you mean, what? What are you doing?” She held up the plastic sleeve of yogurt. “I’m trying to open my yogurt.” I took the limp object out of her hand and examined the end of it. “That’s not how…