Do you remember the song?
"Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys."
I have my own version.
It's sadder than the original, and here is it's back-story:
Somewhere along in her high school years, our baby girl starting making popcorn.
LOTS of popcorn.
Popcorn for study time.
Popcorn for movie nights.
Popcorn for special occasions.
Popcorn almost every day.
And she kept growing up.
Then one day she was so grown up that she Landed The Big Job in a far off country called Indiana.
She packed her bags, emptied her room,...
...and made her final batch of popcorn in the family popcorn maker.
Then she left.
So, mamas, don't let your babies grow up to make popcorn.
Or, some day you may feel sad.
Like me.