It is *incredible* how crackers disintegrate and go *everywhere*. They get into nooks and crannies that I would never imagine crackers being capable of. How do they do that?
Ize is in looooove with crackers. You should see his face. It lights up. His eyebrows reach astral heights. He starts worming and wiggling towards you with arm stretched...two more inches! Then the cracker is MINE!
Needless to say, I now have a cracker boy for a son. Doesn't matter what kind...they're all good. Preferably the one that YOU are eating. *sigh*
We've now gone to a you-get-a-bath-every-night routine. Why? Crackers. And that's all I have to say about that. That's not how the cookie crumbles...that's how the cracker disintegrates.
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