{"id":10657,"date":"2015-03-23T18:38:49","date_gmt":"2015-03-24T00:38:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/?p=10657"},"modified":"2016-04-20T12:43:35","modified_gmt":"2016-04-20T18:43:35","slug":"the-irresistible-packing-peanut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2015\/03\/the-irresistible-packing-peanut\/","title":{"rendered":"The Irresistible Packing Peanut"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"OLYMPUS<\/a>When packages\u00a0arrived at the house in the early 2000’s, merchandise was packed in S-shaped Styrofoam puffs. Some were pale green, others were pink, but most of them where white.<\/p>\n

White like snow!<\/p>\n

Or so the children imagined. A package would arrive and if there were packing peanuts, they would immediately shove their hands deep into the box, Styrofoam puffs up to their chests. The rustling sound when they moved their fingers through them and the squeaky, cracking sound when the puffs\u00a0broke in their hands\u00a0added to their delight.<\/p>\n

A\u00a0fresh box of packing peanuts had arrived earlier that day.\u00a0(Who cares what the merchandise was! There was a big box to climb in and there were Styrofoam puffs!) Three-year-old Daniel and six-year-old Paige began some of their best plans for packing peanut play. Just this once, Mom decided to watch instead of divert them from the\u00a0inevitable\u00a0disaster.<\/p>\n

“Let’s fill Mom’s big pot with them,” Daniel suggested to Paige, and hurried to the kitchen. Soon there was a stew of Styrofoam simmering in the\u00a0pot. Daniel decided that the box of remaining packing peanuts would\u00a0be a tub of bubbly, warm water. Splash! Peanuts scattered\u00a0everywhere in the kitchen when he jumped in. Paige joined him in the box for about six seconds before Daniel hopped out, ready for something new.<\/p>\n

Next, Daniel decided that he wanted to\u00a0sit in\u00a0the pot filled with\u00a0Styrofoam. He threw the puffs in the air as he sat in the cozy space, knees up to his chest.<\/p>\n

It was snowing!<\/p>\n

They decided to make\u00a0a blizzard. They moved their game into the living room on the carpet. Peanuts flew, squeaking and rustling before their flight, landing\u00a0on every surface and crevice in the room. Thousands of puffs littered the carpet, but Daniel discovered he could\u00a0multiply their number by breaking them into tinier and tinier pieces…pieces so small they clung to his sweatpants, arms, shirt, hair, and carpet. He was\u00a0a magnet for puffs because of newly-generated static electricity.<\/p>\n

The boy became\u00a0a crazed snow-making machine and he made a worthy effort to break each. and. every. piece. of Styrofoam into tiny bits. It happened quickly. Paige looked on, enjoying the spectacle, but feeling\u00a0some apprehension creeping in.<\/p>\n

Continuing in a whirling frenzy of destruction, Daniel scattered his foamy missiles everywhere. Small bits of foam clung to Daniel’s lashes and he paused to look at the scene. Something awakened his sense of sanity. Was it frustration that he couldn’t seem to brush off all of these bits of foam from his clothes? Was it that his tub of Styrofoam was scattered everywhere and therefore not as fun? Or was it his big sister’s wide blue eyes, staring at the\u00a0mess in disbelief?<\/p>\n

Mom had been watching the storm, waiting to see how far the kids would take the game. With this pause, she decided that if another piece of Styrofoam fell, she might go insane\u00a0<\/del>that it was time to clean up.\u00a0Dad plugged in the vacuum and handed Daniel the hose. They raked the big bits from the carpet and gathered the pieces with the vacuum. Cleaning up a snowstorm wasn’t\u00a0nearly as fun as making one. Bits of foam disappeared into the box. And Mom went\u00a0to a quiet place in the house to sort out why she couldn’t\u00a0enjoy playing with packing peanuts like everyone else…<\/p>\n

and maybe to snicker softly at the memory of the disaster.<\/p>\n

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When packages\u00a0arrived at the house in the early 2000’s, merchandise was packed in S-shaped Styrofoam puffs. Some were pale green, others were pink, but most of them where white. White like snow! Or so the children imagined. A package would arrive and if there were packing peanuts, they would immediately shove their hands deep into … Continue reading The Irresistible Packing Peanut<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,31,13,20,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10657","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-adventurous-kids","category-angies-memoir-project","category-family-time","category-life-according-to-angela","category-motherhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10657","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10657"}],"version-history":[{"count":21,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10657\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10682,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10657\/revisions\/10682"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10657"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10657"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10657"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}