K, H called you a cracker thief the other day.

It was hilarious.

I mean, you are all about the crackers.

So it was 5:15 or so, and we were just home from school and work.

We were starting to think about dinner, and every time we turned around one of you girls was asking for another cracker.

K, you could not get enough and were double-fisting them at one point.

You may have picked up one of H’s.

So H turns around and says:

She is a little cracker thief!

I was still smiling about it two days later.

I love you.

-Dad