3 kids playing together almost always ends up in tears and this time it was my child doing the crying.
This story starts with green slime. Personally I don’t think it’s a good story unless there’s green slime in the story.
So. Slime.
Yesterday the child and BW went to the craft store to get some craft supplies and I guess on the way out the green slime was found and it came home with them. The child loved the slime and played with it before dinner and then somehow did manage to get it back in the bottle so there goes that theory.
Fast forward to today. She runs off the bus, ditches her bag and then asks to go to Carson’s house. She comes home minutes later and comes inside and plays with the toy of the hour: which is this jar of green slime.
Ten minutes later, Carson is here. Perfect - a playmate. I tell them they cannot be inside on a beautiful day like today and so I toss them back outside. They come back in and she wants to slow Carson her slime.
Minutes later: my child is in tears. It seems Carson put a dead fly or something in the jar of slime and the child did not like that. I told them that they better work it out or Carson is going home and the slime is going away.
They bugger off to Carson’s house and she’s there about 20 minutes or so and I assume everything is okay and then just as I go to get her she comes around the corner in complete meltdown and tears and carrying this sad half-filled jar of what was the slime, but now is concoction that looks like slime with a lot of dirt mixed in.
“They wrecked my slime”, she told me.
I still don’t understand what happened completely but I have a few thoughts:
The dynamic between 3 kids is always ends up with one getting teased or picked on. This time it was my child’s turn.
It took me some time to figure it out, but the story is that she, Ethel and Carson were playing with the slime and the other two either got carried away and put it into dirt or dropped it - I don’t fully understand - either way we now have dirty slime and my child is upset.
It’s Thursday. As the week goes on, the well rested child becomes less rested and she’s more apt to break down near week’s end. Grade 1 is a long day.
Or…it’s just kids being six-years-old and I have it all wrong. I dunno.
Anyway, slime happens. It was all forgotten about by dinnertime anyway.
But…
The child thought the best fix to the problem would be to buy 3 more bottles of slime and then everybody would have their own slime and so the others would leave her slime alone.
I can understand her thinking.
I also told her that NO, we’re not buying MORE SLIME and especially not in a party pack for the neighborhood kids. I also told her that if it was an accident than that’s okay and accidents happen - which I think all this was.
Welcome to the playground drama folks. Our upcoming season this fall is going to be a blockbuster. This is the time to cancel your Netflix account and subscribe here instead.
This child raising thing is going to get more and more interesting and this is just a taste of what’s to come.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.