Promise, dada!

I was putting Troy in his bath tonight, when he said, “Dada, I need you to hold my cracker so it doesn’t get wet.” He held out the gnawed-on stump of a graham cracker.

Suddenly, he pulled the cracker back just before my fingers wrapped around it. “Wait! You have to promise not to eat it, dada.” I started laughing. “Promise, dada!”

“Okay, okay, I promise. I don’t want your half-eaten cracker anyway.”

Geesh! You take a bite of his cracker one time, and he never lets you live it down!