The other night at the Bossy extravaganza, popcorn was in high demand. (You don't remember popcorn being mentioned? It came after the appetizers, dinner, and dessert, but before the White Castle. What? We were hungry from all that laughing.) Here is how most people eat popcorn:
Here is how people in my family eat popcorn:
What can I say? We know what we like. AND, we're not afraid to enjoy it to the fullest. Another thing that we like, all of us, from grandparents on down through the generations, is chocolate. And it must be said that while MIQ was devoted to getting the last of the popcorn out of the bowl, she in all fairness cannot be accused of actually licking the bowl. Please. She has some decorum.
Fortunately, her nephew is still in the age bracket where licking bowls is allowable. And, frankly, when the bowl is big enough to hold your head, you can see why it's appealing.
While the picture of a head in a bowl is funny, we dignified grown-ups obviously love to see the net result, which is so endearing in its enthusiasm. So here is Son, giving a whole new meaning to the term "brown nose." A reasonable definition of that term at our house is "Mama is making cake, and I'm helping."
Lest I be accused of unfairness, I am quite willing to admit that this is a matter of Like Mother, Like Son:
Wouldn't it be nice if every day were a lick-the-batter-bowl day?