This evening Jack climbs onto the couch next to me and gives this long, sad, sigh. "Mom? Do you know what?"
"What Jack?"
Another big long sigh, "Crackers don't have legs."
Did I hear this right??
"Or arms." another sigh
"Or a mouth..."
Another long sigh.
Ahhh, the troubles of crackers.
For some reason, This was hysterical. Probably has something to do with total lack of sleep and WAY too much time in the car.
