A Little Addicted?

Crackers are a staple in this house. I don’t really know what I would do without them. They save me in the car, at church, snack time and even in the middle of the night, apparently. Countless times a day Holly or JD is bringing the cracker bag. The bag filled with all different types of crackers. All I hear coming from the kitchen is “cackers, cackers.” Very cute. The first time.
Last night, not even an hour after JD went to bed he wakes up crying so Jim went to get him and brought him in our room. I had brought two saltine crackers to keep on my nightstand for him when he woke up in the morning, his pre-breakfast snack so I can sleep a little longer. Anyway, so he’s still fussy, eyes are closed, I give him a cracker and then like magic I lay him on my bed and he falls asleep. But he’s not just holding the cracker, he’s eating it. Sleeping and eating his cracker. I think we have a problem folks. Maybe a little addicted to crackers. He ate the whole cracker, took a drink of water and was off to dreamland.

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