I recently took Jake, and his three older cousins to the Zoo for the morning. After a relaxing ride on the train Jake spotted the popcorn wagon. I worked at the Zoo after Senior year in high school and spent a few hot Summer days inside one of those popcorn wagons. They are hot, greasy & sticky. After spending a day in a popcorn wagon you need to wash your hair & face at least 5 times before feeling somewhat normal again.
I bought a large family-size popcorn to share and after telling the poor sap working in the wagon to keep the change I realized I had a problem on my hands. I’ve got one bag and four hungry boys trying to grab it out of my hands like a game of hungry-hungry hippo.
Being the quick thinker I am, I asked that poor sap for 4 empty plastic cups. And because I am a such a Mom, I also made the Popcorn Rule. After eating their cup of popcorn, they had to fill it with water and drink it before filling it up again.
This was a great plan until Jake threw his plastic cup into the impala enclosure. Oh well, no plan is perfect.
