We were making our preparations before settling in to watch Downton Abbey — both the repeat of last week's show and the second-to-last episode at 9 pm. My husband made popcorn for himself. I was having milk and cookies.
I heard this before I went in to see what it was:
Nom, nom, nom
At this point, my husband and I were alternating between chastising Possum
and saying, "This never happened." So what if some of the popcorn is soggy?
He was feeling a little defensive at this point.
No one had told him NOT to eat the popcorns, after all. And they were there.
I agree with Possum that milk and popcorn (he insists on calling them "popcorns") don't go that well together. It was kind of him not to stick his nose in my glass.
By the time I took these final photos below, he knew the jig was up and was already plotting his next attack on the popcorn bowl, when it was in front of the TV.