Popcorn boy

Like his Dad, Lincoln's a big popcorn fan. He doesn't eat it very often, after Carey read some horror story of a boy choking to death in a movie theater. So Lincoln is advised to eat it one kernel at a time, which he does so very meticulously. I brought a half-eaten bag home from the train station tonight and he sat with it between his legs, reaching in every 20 seconds or so to grab another piece, thoroughly masticate, and repeat. At one point he stared down into the bag and said, "I love you, popcorn." Me too, Linc, me too.