Duck, Duck, Cracker

Right now I have the roller coaster right behind the couch. So - when I sit on the couch, occasionally, I have someone come up behind me, pat me on the head, and say, "Duck."

That's all he ever says when he comes up behind you and pats you on the head. "Duck." I keep telling him one of these days, he's gonna have to say "Goose."

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Speaking of speaking. . . this boy can say just about anything.

Except "please."

He refuses to say please.

We've bribed him with cookies and candy, tried to make it a game, and nothing works.

Then. . .

Yesterday, I was in the kitchen eating some Ritz Toasted Chips (my own personal drug of choice - along with Mountain Dew) and Stephanie came in and requested some. I said "no, these are mine!" but I was guilted and cuted into giving her a few.

Then Philip came in and requested a cracker. I said "no, these are mine!" and he said, "Cracker, please."

I said, "What?"

And he said it again, "Cracker, please."

I'm very happy he said please but from now on, I'm locking myself in the bathroom to eat my chips.