Putting on the Ritz

Few things are cuter than Daschel entering the room, noticing a box of Ritz crackers on the coffee table, and walking directly towards them. He eyes them, then us, trying to figure out if we’ve noticed his intentions. Even though I am making direct eye contact with him, he takes the box, and begins to back away slowly. Backing himself into the hutch, he whispers, “bye…” and runs away, hiding the box halfway under his shirt.

Just ask for some crackers, kid. It’s not like any of us know how to say no.

someone has seen too many bond movies

haha! awesome.