Popcorn for breakfast is a hazard of staying at my parents’ house. It sure is more fun making it when the pot has a glass top. There might even be a metaphor in there somewhere amidst the happy popping kernels. There are other things that seem more fun here for some reason, but I don’t think we’re going to be doing any of that this time even though the parents are away and we’re using their house for a few days. What are our kids going to be doing in a few years, or a few decades, when we’re not at home?