My son attends school 2 days a week. He sing songs, practices letters, works on art projects and makes friends (not to mention giving both of us a much needed break from one another.) Last week he worked on the letter “M”. That means this week in his “going home folder” was a construction paper letter “M” with Mini Marshmallows glued to it. Very clever.
It has been very cold and Icy here. We ran from the school to the car. It was a rough and tumble run, lots of hub-bub and what not. The Marshmallow “M” was left up in the front seat with me. Then I noticed that one of the little marshmallows had come unglued and had rolled a little away from the paper…. I couldn’t help it, I picked it up and popped it in my mouth. Then another had come unseated, I ate it. I then thought ‘I’d hate for any more to come off’ so I rubbed my hand across the “M” and 2 or 3 more came off. I ate them too. It suddenly dawned on me what I was doing. I was eating my son’s art project.
I hang my head in shame.
In my defense… I was incredibly hungry and already have weakness for marshmallows.