Bag Slippers

Bubba is on a bag roll. A couple of days ago, you may recall that he wanted to pop popcorn in a brown paper lunch bag. Well, since he found the bags, he decided that they'd be great for all kinds of other things. Like making slippers.

I was in my room, putting on my makeup, when I heard a strange crunching sound. I wondered what in the world it could be. Two seconds later, my son showed up with brown bags wrapped around each of his feet.

"Dude," I said. "What are you doing?"

He grinned. "Do you like my slippers? I made them myself!"

I nodded. "They're nice. But not very quiet. I can hear you coming from a mile away."

He frowned and walked away.

A minute later, he returned, still wearing his crunchy slipper. But this time he had something in his hand. Earplugs. "Here, Mama," he said, handing them to me. "Wear these. Then you won't hear me coming."

I laughed and put them in. "Okay, Bubba. You can walk around all you want, now, and it won't bother me a bit!"