Where Are The Kids When You Need 'Em?

So, this morning I was making your Mother very proud of me.
I was in the basement/water heater room, breaking down a l l the boxes that I had saved -- because I would need them.

Well, I haven't needed them.
Recycling comes today, so it's time to get rid of big white boxes from Italy, special white USPS boxes (one flat rate), Christmas gift boxes.

And, over and over again, is the packaging stuff!
Not the awful styrofoam peanut stuff -- thankfully no!
But the 'air bag' stuff -- the big air bag packaging stuff (about the size of a decent bag of potato chips), and then the smaller 'air bag' stuff, about the size of a can of soda.

Well, we had at least 139 of the soda can size. And I had to pop them all by myself!

If you had been here, we could have brought them upstairs, had a contest, no scissors or sharp objects allowed, just -- jump, sit, poke, and pop. And depending on your age, we probably would have gotten out the video camera.
And you would have had great fun, and been adorable in the process.

Ah, I smile on those days.

I love these days, too.

I love you!

You are great children.

The next time you see one of those 'air bag' things, pop it -- make it loud -- and think of me.