Monday, January 17, 2011

pop, twist, stomp

I had my just-a-bit-late birthday with CD and the kids.  We ate homemade caramels that they all think were a birthday gift from my parents but really I've been nibbling on since before Christmas.  (I didn't exactly plan to keep them a secret, but dang they're good.)  Among other lovely gifts was a gift from Bug, who was grinning ear to ear with excitement.  It was a sheet of My Very Own Bubble Wrap.

He had apparently had the idea for weeks and couldn't wait to give it to me.  I think I'm allowed to decide how to pop it any way I choose, but actually both boys have helped out already. 

I was always a one-bubble-at-a-time popper until Pook introduced me to the twist-the-plastic-and-it-sounds-like-fireworks method.  Once the boys had a chance to jump on some, outdoors.  That was pretty good too.  But deep down I'm still a one-bubble-at-a-time popper.

Why did he decide to give me bubble wrap for my birthday?  I don't know.  I haven't asked.  Maybe in a few days.  I don't want to pop his bubble by implying that I think it was an "interesting" gift.


  1. I think bubble wrap is an awesome gift. Too cute.

  2. What a really wonderful gift. Guaranteed joy, no matter how you pop 'em!