It’s our end of the week tradition.

Friday afternoon means popcorn.

No maths, no spelling, no fighting (please).

No place to be but here,

with a bowl full of still warm popcorn.

A tiny end of the week celebration in the form of some golden dried corn kernels that miraculously turn light and white when heated. (Am I the only one that finds that rather amazing?)

polite little children can turn into popcorn savages if unsupervised

guarded remains