The kid made me laugh twice today. First, I found this lone white hair on his head.
Later I found an open bag of chips on the kitchen table. I had seen Noah eating them earlier, so I told him to close them and put them away. He said he couldn't find a rubber band or a clip to hold the bag together. I said, "That's no excuse. Figure something out." I left the scene, confident that he would deal with it. The next time I went past the kitchen, I noticed the bag was no longer on the table and smiled to myself. But then I saw this: