Poppers

Here's a much more upbeat, smiley face type of post.

Jarrett has had an 8x10 piece of bubble wrap. For over a week. There are no more "poppers" left on it. It's flatter than a pancake.

I have tried taking it away from him. Even secretly. He comes looking for it later. Or bursts out in hysterics. So, I've let him keep it.

He tried to take it to church last night but dad took it away. Dad made the mistake of saying "Oh, this has no more poppers left on it, let's throw it away". Poor dad. When he's gone at work, he just doesn't know how things roll around here.

Needless to say, Jarrett's poppers were waiting for him when he got home from church. Right where he left them.

Don't you wish a piece of plastic could make you this happy?


Have a popper day!!