One day when things seemed to be a little too quiet – I went downstairs to our unfished basement and found that the boys had decided to have their own popcorn party! Except in this case the party didn’t consist of just EATING popcorn…but of happy skips and joyful flinging and throwing the popcorn all over the basement. And when I say everywhere – I mean EVERYWHERE. There was seldom a nook or cranny that didn’t have some sort of popped kernal inhabiting its premise. And it wasn’t just a little bit of popcorn either but was from the BIG tub of popcorn Nana and Papa had given us all for Christmas that Dawsona nd Harry had somehow managed to get the tape and lid off of. You know the one consisting of butter, caramel, and cheese popcorn! Yep, THAT one. Needless to say the basement was a mess and an abrupt end came to their impromptu party. But Mom insisted on another party instead. The clean-up party – which for some reason wasn’t NEARLY as fun and required the help of both Mom and Dad, the sweeper and dust pan, and 2 different vacuums. Oh these little ones! Never a dull moment with them around. đ
