The boys are eating a snack and watching a movie.
I hear crying from Holden. Seems Jackson got the graham cracker Holden was coveting (you know, the one that is completely whole without any chips or broken off pieces...the graham cracker holy grail).
J: "Oh Holden, come on, don't cry over a graham cracker!" total exasperation.
And the tears continue until I retrieve Holden an unbroken, untainted graham. Sigh. It's the little things like this that make me a crazed mama, but also make me laugh. He's 4. What's he going to come up with when he's 8? Or 18?