Bailey: How old are you again?
Me: 29.
B: So, next year when I go to 1st grade and you are dead who is going to work in my classroom and pack me Cheez-Its?
M: Thanks for the vote of confidence on my life span.
B: Can you go to Costco this week and get extra Cheez-Its just in case?
M: (deep sigh) Sure.
It sure seems like everything in the child's life revolves around Cheez-Its. At her wedding, instead of blowing bubbles or throwing rice I plan on tossing Cheez-Its.
