Why does he even need me?

There are two words that I would describe Jonas: Independent and persistent.

While I was blogging away at Finn's Hair Cut, I could hear random noises in the background which included the following.

"I'm getting a snack mom" Slam, the microwave door shuts. "Popcorn popping on the apricot tree" and "can I push the button now?" My ears perk up. Huh? Is he talking to me?

I walk into the kitchen to see this, Jonas playing with the popcorn box.

I grab my camera and start snapping away. He thinks its funny. Timer goes off, he proceeded to get his popcorn.

Do you like the scissors he's using to open it up?

Finally, no popcorn is complete with out his "cheesy" salt. He pours it on himself.