I always seem to be posting bad stories that involve kids, so this time I'm going to post a funny one.

Yesterday my wife and I went to a party being thrown by one of our neighbors, who we only met three days ago. I tell you, people just invite us to the oddest things.

Anyway, we're at the party, and we're getting along with these people swimmingly. They had great food and the conversations were going well also. At one point one of the younger women brought her kids in to eat their meals at the table because the oldest who might have been four years old at that, wouldn't eat outside; a kid after my own heart.

So there I was, telling the story about how my wife has started changing the way I ate pretty much from the time we started dating each other, and how I used to subsist on Cheez Whiz and Ritz Crackers. I was lamenting the old days of being able to have that as a meal, and how I don't get to eat crackers anymore because of how mean she is.

Suddenly the little boy is walking around the table, comes up to me, and hands me a cracker. He looks up at me and I smile and thank him, and the women all bust out laughing. Me, I ate the cracker, and said we men have to stick together.

And it was a good cracker; I love kids. :-)