me, trying to find the gf crackers: "K! You're a cracker! If you were gluten free, where would you hide?"
kj: "They're down this aisle and I'm mad that I knew that."
me: "I'm sorry I called you a cracker."
kj: "I know my lane. Can I at least be like a cheese crackers?"

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