Pop Goes The Kitty

When I was in preschool (I was blessed to be in a preschool class for Special Needs kids at the same place I had PT and OT), we sang a song that ended with the words Pop Goes The Weasel.  Unfortunately, I my fifty-something brain does not remember any of the rest of the words.  Anyhow, today I received my flour storage jars from Crate and Barrel.  They are just what I was looking for and I got them for a song.  Like Pottery Barn, Crate and Barrel does an excellent job shipping fragile items.  Ebenezer, who just celebrated his first birthday, spent about twenty minutes frolicking in the packing materials and popping bubble wrap.