Cracker, cracker, cracker

There is one word that I hear all day every day: cracker.  And once said, it usually repeats itself over and over again.

When I open the pantry door: cracker

When we walk into the grocery store: cracker  (it used to be the only way I could keep him happy at the store)

When he sees the diaper bag: cracker

When he’s still in the crib in the morning, but is hungry: cracker

I have to say that it’s much better than the whining he once used to communicate his hunger.

And he does have the sweetest little voice in the world. (biased statement, I know)