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You know how there are a thousand home remedies for every horrible stain possible, from wine to ketchup and back again. BUt no one ever complains about toothpaste. It leaves a horrible disappearing reappear white blob on your shirt proclaiming to God and the world "Yes I drooled on myself." Out damn stain out
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When I was first grade room mother, I always wanted my parties to include a story and an art project. For Halloween, you can fold a piece of orange construction paper in half with the fold down. I told a story about a little mouse who was looking for a new home. So he went up a big hill, and down a big hill (cut a big semi-circle)and up a little hill, down a little hill (cut a little semi-circle) He thought that would be a wonderful place, so he made a door (cut a little rectangle) and it was almost perfect and then he made a window (cut a little square) and then it was perfect. After all that work he was tired and got ready for bed, but then he heard someone knock on the door, and it was little mice dressed as a clown and a ghost and a princess! He was so busy he had forgotten it was Halloween! Good thing he had a pumpkin! (and you open up the paper and the big hill is the pumpkin, the little hill is the stem, the door is the mouth and the window becomes the eyes.
Okay now, this is pretty dumb, I know, but when I said Good thing he had a pumpkin and opened it up, it was like I was Hoodini or something. Big gasp. Those kids were a great audience and they never saw it coming.
I hope that made sense from my description...
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