Last week my children attended their homeschool art class. This weeks assignment was to make a wonderfully versatile product called, simply, Goo.
They are separated by ages, so Jensen was attending his class, which is also coincidentally attended by his betrothed. And it should be noted, that his betrothed, who we’ll just call E., came to class wearing a large gallon sized zip lock on her head as a hat. It was a nice tight fit, so there was no danger of suffocation.
Her mother confided in me that E. continued to wear her “hat” long after class ended. Tell me these two aren’t made for each other.
And in the spirit of full disclosure, I must also point out that at our homeschool park day last Friday, Jensen came up to me and informed me that he had told E. that he loved her, and then there was a hug. Then deal was then sealed with a kiss. ON THE CHEEK, he assured me, and E’s mommy, who was only inches from me clutching her heart.
“You know,” she gently said to Jensen, “a boy is always suppose to ask a girl’s daddy if it’s okay before he kisses the girl.”
Jensen turned to face her, “WELL, WHAT ABOUT ASKING THE MOMMY. YOU’RE HER MOMMY AREN’T YOU?”
And with that, he was off to chase down a butterfly.
Furthermore, I saw him wink at E. during Sunday School class today. I thought I was the only girl he ever winked at.
Anyhoo. Meanwhile, back at the Art Class.
While in the kitchen, preparing the recipe for “Goo”, I noticed that when the water was running in the sink, the water simply filtered down a tube, and out into a hole in the floor.
Coincidentally, this was where Jensen was positioned. But he hadn’t noticed the drain, thankfully, because we all know his issues with plumbing. I was silently praying that the drain would escape his notice, because I envisioned him throwing himself under the sink and sticking his head down the hole to see where the water was going.
The mom next to me made mention of the drain, and I tried to shoosh her in time, but alas, Jensen discovered the drain.
The children all brought their individual Goo home, and placed them in plastic cups for storage. I had the bright idea to demonstrate to them how if you place the Goo at the mouth of the cup, and then quickly push it down into said cup using 3 fingers and full force, the resulting sound is what you might hear if someone sat on a whoopee cushion.
Now when we travel anywhere, the children bring their Goo with them, and I’m treated to a symphony of flatulence in the back seat. Followed by peals of inappropriate laughter and banter. Good times.
Truthfully, before I arrive at my destination, I am feeling quite ill.
So I’m thinking of accidentally leaving the Goo out in the air tonight so that it hardens. And morphs into likely or not, a weapon to be used against an unsuspecting sibling.
If you’d like to create your own Goo, I thought I’d share the step-by-step link for the recipe.