Bubble Gum Wrapper Trail

I wondered about my decision to put gum in the Christmas stockings ....

....when I found this on the floor a few days after Christmas.

I thought my children were too old for such shenanigans.

This wouldn't have been so bad...

 ...if it hadn't been accompanied by these.

These wouldn't have been so bad...

...if they hadn't been accompanied by these.

These wouldn't have been so bad...

...if it hadn't resulted in this.

 

This wouldn't have been so bad...

if it hadn't resulted in this.

Didja' know there is actually etiquette for chewing gum?

I kinda' get the feeling that chewing a
whole pack of gum at once
might be slightly discouraged in cultured circles.

I kinda' get the feeling that blowing a bubble that was
nearly as big as your head before it popped
might also be frowned upon in public.

We learned long ago that Poppa Bear isn't always

 the leader of the pack when it comes to manners.

Maybe it wasn't a clear, thoughtful idea to buy the gum,

but, since a merry heart does good like a medicine,

the laughs he provided made up for the lack of etiquette.

I guess next year,

the hubby
will not be getting a package of bubble gum in his stocking.




He'll be getting two.






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My Dad taught me this little poem,
taught to him by his father.


The gum chewing girl,
and the cud chewing cow,
they are alike,
yet different somehow.

Ah, yes,
I see it now,
it's the clear thoughtful expression,
on the face of the cow.

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