when we were growing up and we were being vulgar while eating, my dad would always recite a little poem about the "goops." i have no idea if it is common knowledge to all or if it only seems that way to me because with five of us eating together, we heard it often. it comes to my mind anytime someone is particularly messy while eating and it makes my heart full and long for the days when my dad would say it in a booming voice to us. (maybe i ought to be intentionally messy the next time we are all together in hopes of it spurring him on!)
it went a little something like this:
"the goops they lick their fingers,
and the goops they lick their knives;
they spill their broth on the tablecloth -
oh, they lead disgusting lives!"
this morning, lily and i made a little concoction out of cornstarch and it certainly seemed to be the definition of "goop" to me. it was amazing. it was a liquid while in your hand, but hardened up in the pan or when rolled in a ball. she loved it.
anyway, i think any toddler or preschooler would love it. actually, i think most anyone would love it as i thought it was pretty amazing, myself. so, feel free to go mix a batch of it yourself! (2 parts cornstarch to 1 part water... and voilà... goop!)
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please tell me that's a caravan shirt.
also: the word verification i have to enter below is "whiti". I think it's meant to be!
Oh, I can just hear Dad reciting it...
It's right up there with "Don't force anything" and "Patience is a virtue."
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