Now that Peter is in Cub Scouts he gets to sell popcorn. (And by "gets to" I guess I really mean "has to".)
Since we live right next door to my parents, Grandma and Grandma are the logical first stop. (And based on Peter's extreme shyness perhaps the only stop.) So yesterday Peter and I headed over with the order form.
Grandma spent lots of time reviewing the form and writing down her order. As we were leaving I told her she didn't have to buy so much but she assured me that not only was it for a good cause it was good popcorn.
And last night during his bath Peter told my husband, "Grandma sure does love popcorn!"
No honey. Grandma sure does love you.