When Jessie and I went to pick up Rebecca from school the other day, she appeared holding a baggie full of miniature marshmallows and a fistful of toothpicks. Jessie squealed, with visions of hot chocolate and blissful munching. I asked Rebecca where she got them, and she said the class had them but she got to take them home because no one else wanted to. Hmmm. That seemed strange, a class full of sugar-crazed 7 and 8 year olds not wanting miniature marshmallows? As Jessie was about to pop one in her mouth, I figured out that they had been used by the entire 2nd grade class to make geometric shapes... To my ears, that meant touched by 24 germy, possibly flu-carrying hands.
Needless to say, there was no hot chocolate, and no munching allowed. But Jessie had fun anyway, creating and playing, with The Marshmallow Incident (written and illustrated by the same team who did Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs) lying open on the table. She constructed for nearly an hour, while Rebecca did homework. Who knew half a baggie of marshmallows and a fistful of toothpicks would be so entertaining?
And yes, as she was in the bathroom washing her hands, I was wiping down the dining room table with an antibacterial wipe.