Three seconds ago I emailed a friend, telling her what great kids I had. Then I decided to get a snack. I put some cheese spread in the microwave and got out the crackers. Then the screaming began. I ran to the stairs and screamed for my husband while everyone laughed at me, and it still took me a minute to calm down and realize it wasn't real. And while I type this a child tried to put it down my shirt, making me squeal again. Thank goodness they had just given me flowers or they might be a listing on ebay.
And now my throat hurts from the screaming, and I will never eat crackers again. My blue cheese dip is going to waste. Send chocolate!!!