Last night at dinner, Staley was eating some Ritz crackers. I had left the box on the table.
Staley: "Box. Haveit."
Me: "No, you can't have the box right now. You are still eating dinner."
Staley: "Back of it."
Me: "Okay, I'll turn it around so you can see the back of it."
Staley: "Flower. Polka dots on it."
All I've ever seen is a cracker, but Staley is totally right. I love seeing the world through Staley's eyes.
