CRACK ATTACKER

Tonight while I was cleaning up a Christmas ornament fatality, I suppose my jeans were slipping down a little lower than usual, so Scot gave me a little "cracker jacker", and Ethan thought it was so funny, he wanted in on the action - so he came behind me and tickled my back and said "Crack attacker". Scot and I had a good laugh - now about wearing pants that fit me a little better...