My Fellow Inebriates,
We’ve bought, like, ten poppies this week. The kids keep losing them. We discover them only late at night when the lights are out and someone lets out the scream of the toe-pierced.
Okay, so the pins are simple. These poppies have to be inexpensively made or they wouldn’t accomplish much fundraising—fair enough. But we can’t recall ever keeping one on a jacket for more than half a day. For kids it’s more like half a minute.
Unlike adults, the kids don’t give a damn where these stabby little poppies fall. They do care that their precious flowers have fallen, however, which is why we keep buying new ones, effectively turning our house into a pinfield (if you saw my parents’ housekeeping this would make sense).
My dad doesn’t like bleeding, so he did this:
Remove and discard the pin that comes with the poppy. Put the black middle piece aside.
Prick a small hole 3 mm from the original hole in the poppy.
Shove a small safety pin through one of the holes so the bendy part goes through the hole. Be sober for this or you’ll rip the poppy.
You want the “spine” of the safety pin to end up as the part showing through the front of the poppy, so the closure will face out from the back.
Glue the black middle piece on top of the poppy front where the pin shows through. Now it looks even better than it did before and you won’t get stabbed.
“That was ingenious,” I told my dad after he’d come up with this amazing solution. “You deserve a drink. Although, if we’d bought any more poppies, I’d be offering you heroin instead, LOL.”
Remembering the Bacardi Big Apple my parents poured down the sink. (And OMFG! that’s not a shirt, people, ow!)
Liquorstore Bear 
You are more crafty than I would have given you credit for, LB.
haha, not me, my dad! And he came back with some good beer too, although it wasn’t Scandal. It was better!