I spent Easter with my family at my daughter Samantha’s home. My granddaughter Alannah got slime in her Easter basket. You heard me right, SLIME! Now, when I was growing up anything with a name like SLIME was considered nothing less than toxic. But this generation of munchkins is a new breed.
Alannah was sitting at the kitchen table playing with this green sparkling glowing sticky stuff. It was shaking and spreading all over the place. I touched it and got the heebee jeebies from it. YUK! She kept asking me if I thought it was pretty. After telling her no a dozen or more times I realized that she was not getting the answer she wanted from me and finally responded with a resounding yes.
The worst thing I can remember was silly putty. And all that was good for was copying the Sunday comics with. I vaguely remember my kids having something called slime now that I think about it. It was a fluorescent green runny substance that was made popular by a TV show.
Whatever happened to getting stuffed lambs and chicks in your Easter Basket with the candy the famous rabbit brought?
SLIME aside, we did have a wonderful day spent outside in the sunshine, warm temperature, and gentle breeze. The birds were serenading us and it was just the perfect family day.
Here’s a picture of the cardinal that joined us yesterday.
When a Cardinal appears in your yard it is a visitor from Heaven.
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My great granddaughter loves slime. I don’t care for the name either. Yuk is right.
I’m glad you had a great Easter with your family. ♥
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Thank you. Yeah, I will never understand that awful name.