The boy asked Mom for some crackers this morning. No big deal, right? Wrong.
She went and got them and as she was opening the package he says, "It's a present." He had been eating apples but when she handed him the crackers he said, "Beautiful crackers," walked over to his little table where the last pieces of apple were and said, "No more apples, hellooooo crackers!"
The "hello" there couldn't have been more romantic if you heard it in a nightclub, bar, anywhere.
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