Yesterday around lunch time my two year old Grace and I were in a bit of a headlock over something. We both tend to get really grouchy when we're unfed, and so I think the tension was running a little higher than normal. Anyway, I was trying to get Grace to do something, and she was refusing. I started to stare her down with my most menacing "you'd better do this right now, young lady, or so help me" Mom stare. Then for emphasis I planned to slowly pop the crouton I was eating into my mouth, crunch meaningfully and point at her. (Yes, I did say crouton. I really like eating croutons right now like they're chips or something else snacky--kinda weird, I know.) Anyway, the crouton missed my mouth, bounced off the countertop and fell to the floor where it left a trail of little crumbs.

Our annoyance was immediately dissolved. Grace and I started giggling and pointing. Grace couldn't get over it. She probably laughed for a full minute over the fallen crouton. We completely forgot what we were arguing about, and it was obviously so insignificant I still can't remember what it was. We ate lunch-which improved both our dispositions immensely--and moved on.