So, my son is supposed to bring a handmade gift as a “Secret Santa” for a classmate. The thing is, the silly bot told the recipient that he was his “Santa,” and specifically asked him what he wanted.

The answer? Popcorn Balls.

Now, I know when I was a kid, I loved them. I remember trick-or-treating and some of my friends were upset because one of the neighbors was handing out homemade popcorn balls instead of “real” candy. I, however, was happy to take them off their hands – … read on, Fisherboy »