"Coppy Corn"

Better known as "popcorn" but at our house, we love "coppy corn" because it's "so tasty good". (according to the butterfly). It's part of our evening ritual. After dinner, Smokin' Hot Daddy says "well what should we do now?" and Butterfly answers "Coppy Corn!" She runs to the cabinet in which the air popper is kept and he gets down the popcorn bowl. (p.s. this thing is massive.) She drags a kitchen chair over to the counter where he assembled all the necessary supplies. Meanwhile, the ladybug runs around squealing with excitment. But tonight, even she insisted on having her own chair to stand on next to daddy so she could be part of the action. He scoops out the kernels and Butterfly pours them in. Once the popper is started, the girls stand as close as possible shrieking and bouncing with glee. Once the bowl is full, daddy melts the butter and lets Butterfly stir as he pours it in. Then she shakes an enormous amount of salt upon it all and declares it ready. We go downstairs, pick out a movie, and devour the popcorn. (and by "we", what I really mean is daddy, butterfly and ladybug. Ironically, I don't care for it. weird, I know.) The three of them sit piled on each other sharing the popcorn, happily muching and obnoxiously wiggling until all that's left is the un-popped kernels. At that point, I take the bowl away and set it up high, the girls scramble down to play with toys and daddy fights the popcorn coma. I'm pretty sure the three of them could live on popcorn. But that's okay, it means I don't have to share the chocolate. :)