A Cracking Excuse

(I’m at a large warehouse store shopping with my husband and two daughters. My three-year-old daughter sees a gigantic box of graham crackers.)

Daughter: *starts pointing from cart* “I want those! I want graham crackers.”

Me: “No. Those are only for Gram Gram’s house. That’s why they are called ‘Gram’ crackers.”

Random Guy Shopping: *chuckles*