yesterday, i might have emailed my li'l sis, rach, about the popcorn book (whose title i could not remember) in hopes that she would enlighten me. the exchange went as follows:
ME: "do you remember a children's book (kindergarten or 1st grade reading level) about a kid whose parents go out of town and he pops too much popcorn in the pot and it fills up the whole house? i think the protagonist was a bear. and the illustrations made the inside of the popped kernals look really really black."
RACHEL: "dude. that's gonna really bug me. i know what book you're talking about, and i have a feeling it's called something dumb like 'too much popcorn.' it was a good book too... i remember their method for making popcorn really intrigued me..."
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