Me: “Please don’t eat any of those crackers.”

Danger Monkey, age 10: “OK.”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “OK.” (cracker dust sprays)

Me: “Uhhh… Do you have a mouthful of crackers?”

LMT: “Mmm… no.” (cracker dust sprays)

Me: “Then what’s in your mouth?”

LMT: “Mmm… just air.” (cracker dust sprays)

Me: “Then why does it smell like crackers every time you talk?”

LMT: …

LMT: “It’s cracker flavored air.”