The Crack Baby

I know that title may cause some of you to look at it twice, but there really isn’t any other way to describe it.

  

We started calling the little one “crack baby” because he seems to like sleeping in the crack between couch cushions. It actually started on Father’s Day when he slept next to Nopsi in the crack for almost two hours, but the name wasn’t suggested until the beach trip. He took many a snooze at the beach in the crack on the condo couch.

 

Then, after holding him for more than an hour one weekend afternoon, Kenny decided to put him down in the crack, where he slept for another half hour.

The crack doesn’t always work, but “crack baby” just might stick.

He’ll always be crazy fries to me, though.