Mary glanced briefly in her direction, giving a faint smile before shaking her head and returning to the slicing of the banana with which she would top the peanut butter smothered bread. "I skipped this part of being a mother." There was a pause before she continued in a much softer voice. "I skipped everything...at least what little there was before I died." Which was her fault. What the yellow eyed demon was doing in Sam's nursery. If he wanted to kill him, he would have. Whatever he did, it was her fault.