Cracker packs

There's a basket of assorted individually wrapped cracker packs as you exit daycare, and Lyla's daily cracker pack selection is, to her, a matter of global importance. There is not another act in her day into which she puts more time or thought. "Just one," I tell her when her fists finally reveal Ritz and graham to be the two finalists. After several minutes of careful deliberation, she opts for Ritz.

Once she's strapped in her car seat, I pry the still-wrapped cracker pack out of her mouth as she says "Caca! CACA!" I explain to her that the pack contains two crackers and that once she has eaten the two crackers, the crackers will be all gone, so therefore crying for more crackers will be futile, not to mention distracting to Dada as he drives the car.

"Lyla, please summarize what I've just said."

"CACA!"

When we arrive home, Lyla runs to the kitchen and knee-slides to the fridge, her mouth dry with cracker crumbs, and becomes the poster child for a "Got Milk" ad.



And yes, daycare rounded out theme week with pajama day.