Movie Popcorn

I miss it. I do. I really really miss it. Before Alex was born we were on a regular schedule of eating sushi on Friday nights and on Saturday nights either staying home and getting our wine on or going out to see a movie. I don't miss any of those things except for the popcorn at the movie theatre. I have always loved movie popcorn from very early on when my mom would run into the Crown theatre and get a bucket of popcorn on nights we had rented a vcr (yeah they used to rent those things) . I was walking by a movie theatre in San Francisco this past week and when I smelled the aroma of that fake buttery goodness I almost punched the nearest person square in the jaw like a horny dude picking up a heavy object to relieve his tension (does that really work?). Yes, this is where I'm at now. I need it. I need it bad man. And unfortunately there's no substitute for it. Where's the methodone to my heroin addiction that comes in a greasy bag and smells like my son's farts? Which leads me to this:

Why does my baby's poop smell like popcorn? I believe it is God's way of helping the movie industry stay afloat by constantly reminding parents that when all this hell of sleepless nights and changing diapers is over - popcorn and movies will still be there.