This has become our Sunday night ritual. We've had a semi-late lunch at La Cocina where everyone has filled up on chips, and I got a new popcorn popper for Christmas that makes the best popcorn. The kids have started asking for popcorn for dinner. It is an easy cop-out for cooking dinner, but I feel like a horrible mother feeding my children popcorn every other night. So we started Sunday popcorn night. We turn the TV to the last recorded Sesame Street (or whatever is on that is appropriate for everyone), pour everyone water in a lidded cup, and enjoy some popcorn. Unfortunately Sarah hasn't figured out that her popcorn has to stay in the bowl. Half of hers always ends up on the floor smushed into tiny pieces. Hence, my boys are learning how to vacuum. Maybe popcorn for dinner isn't so bad after all.
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