*tear*

J and I were snacking on a few crackers before bed, and he'd just "given" me the last one (read: shoved it into my mouth). He then took the plate ("all done cwackers"), and went into the kitchen. I was expecting him to put it on the counter (or in the recycle bin; it's a 50/50 chance which he'll pick), but instead I heard some shuffling and vague banging sounds. I asked what he was doing, since the baby was on my lap, and got no response. A minute later, he rounds the corner, very carefully holding a moderately laden plate, and set it next to me.
"More cwackers, Mommy."