When will slime be gone for good?
My daughter banned it from her house, so my granddaughter tries to make it here....... I banned her too!
Wait till she sees this edible garbage......
I am SO sorry for your experience, but SO happy you shared it!Oh the flashbacks!
My son had a Star Wars themed birthday party and I thought it would be fun to make "galactic slime" as one of the activities.
My vision: An orderly group of children circling a picnic table outside, each watching me raptly while I mixed the concoction, waiting with their individual little plastic containers for me to dole them a portion of slime. Then I would ask each child in turn which color food coloring they would like me to add to their slime, and would they like a sprinkling of glitter or tiny metallic stars? Each would happily mix their made-to order slime in their own little container, then after an appropriate amount of slime-play, they'd all pop the lids on their containers, write their names on the lids with a Sharpie, and move on to the next activity, setting their slime aside to take home with them later.
Reality: The slime didn't "slimify" (if that's not a word then it should be). Baffled, I moved the ingredients and utensils inside where I had ready access to hot water. Distracted by a vision though the sliding glass doors of a 9-year old attempting to operate the popcorn machine by himself, I left my post. After my attentions were further diverted by reports of a boy running through the inflatable obstacle course in his wet bathing suit, and the subsequent gathering of towels, I returned to my kitchen where--I can only say--chaos truly reigned. A group of about six pre-teen girls--admittedly better slime-makers than yours truly--had taken over the operations. They were enjoying some success but every surface in my kitchen, including the floor, was covered in glue, food coloring, glitter, and tiny metallic stars. Little children tired of waiting for the bigger girls to share the slime had taken to playing with the food coloring and had hands as blue as Smurfs. I'm still scraping what started off as simple Elmer's school glue (but has somehow mysteriously evolved into some kind of nuclear-destruction-proof grade epoxy) off my Pyrex mixing bowls.
Do not speak to me of slime.
Oh the flashbacks!
My son had a Star Wars themed birthday party and I thought it would be fun to make "galactic slime" as one of the activities.
My vision: An orderly group of children circling a picnic table outside, each watching me raptly while I mixed the concoction, waiting with their individual little plastic containers for me to dole them a portion of slime. Then I would ask each child in turn which color food coloring they would like me to add to their slime, and would they like a sprinkling of glitter or tiny metallic stars? Each would happily mix their made-to order slime in their own little container, then after an appropriate amount of slime-play, they'd all pop the lids on their containers, write their names on the lids with a Sharpie, and move on to the next activity, setting their slime aside to take home with them later.
Reality: The slime didn't "slimify" (if that's not a word then it should be). Baffled, I moved the ingredients and utensils inside where I had ready access to hot water. Distracted by a vision though the sliding glass doors of a 9-year old attempting to operate the popcorn machine by himself, I left my post. After my attentions were further diverted by reports of a boy running through the inflatable obstacle course in his wet bathing suit, and the subsequent gathering of towels, I returned to my kitchen where--I can only say--chaos truly reigned. A group of about six pre-teen girls--admittedly better slime-makers than yours truly--had taken over the operations. They were enjoying some success but every surface in my kitchen, including the floor, was covered in glue, food coloring, glitter, and tiny metallic stars. Little children tired of waiting for the bigger girls to share the slime had taken to playing with the food coloring and had hands as blue as Smurfs. I'm still scraping what started off as simple Elmer's school glue (but has somehow mysteriously evolved into some kind of nuclear-destruction-proof grade epoxy) off my Pyrex mixing bowls.
Do not speak to me of slime.