My mom tells a great story of how when I was a very little girl, I would be consumed by a bowl of popcorn... She says that I would eat it piece by piece, even if it took upwards of an hour. Loved it. Still do. Well, both of my boys have developed quite a similar interest in popcorns buttery, salty, crunch. Today Brooklyn reminded me a bit of my former, smaller self... He sat for quite some time this afternoon,enjoying a bowl of hot popcorn,piece by piece. Then, he helped himself to his brothers bowl, and ate its contents as well.