I...just...cant...stop...myself...

I got a package in the mail yesterday that I had ordered for my school. The package came wrapped in two sheets (2 ft X 1 ft maybe) of large bubble wrap. I popped one bubble and then realized that this was just not right. I gave one to Becka and she immediately laid it on the ground and started stomping all over it. As I’m walking up the steps to give Jeremy his he’s calling down wanting to know why Becka has bubble wrap. Without a word, I hand him his sheet and I swear the world except for those two people stopped. It was the greatest joy I’ve seen on them in forever. Jeremy methodically popping bubbles one or two at a time, just like his mom would do it; finally wringing it out like a towel to ensure that every last bubble was popped. Becka folding hers over and over again and stomping on it, just like me until only crinkle noises escaped from under her (filthy) feet. It is simply amazing how many pops you get out of those little sheets. Hmm, makes you wonder if all of the pops were coming from the plastic wrap.