poppers

On the way back home from a shoot (a totally fabulous shoot btw) in Brooklyn Heights I decided to run into Chinatown since I was right there and pick up dinner from our favorite restaurant- Peking Duck House. I totally forgot it was Chinese New Year and Chinatown was a total zoo. But I somehow got parking and ran in and out of the restaurant, only stopping long enough to pick up 3 ‘poppers’ for the boys.

Upon seeing them, they decided they didn’t want to wait for morning to try them out (which ended up being a good thing cause I couldn’t twist the freakin things open no matter how hard I tried. John had to do all 3.)They had so much fun popping them open all over the kitchen.

I’m still finding little bits of paper all over– in the refrigerator, on the stove, in cups. And I have no doubt they’ll be cropping up in the oddest places over the next few months still.