Ben pops out to the grocery store right before it closes. At the checkout counter the clerk assumes he's making jello shots at home. A fair assumption when you have a 20 something guy buying six large packs of jello mix late at night. But here's the part I love: not only have Ben and I never had jello shots, he was buying them for his 3 1/2 year old's preschool class.
This time I make the jello according to a jigglers recipe. I say a prayer as I go to sleep, and what do you know, this morning it's just right for cutting into heart shapes. As I showed them to Zosia before we headed out the door, she could only say, "Oh, mama, they're beautiful! Thank you!"
Above: Our jello hearts and our preschooler with a "bag" full of valentines... re purposed from here).
6 comments:
Ha! Glad they all worked out. I love that preschool teacher. You're stories make her seem like such a warm, fun lady.
She is such a special person: I think preschool teachers are just the best!
I must admit that not only have I had a jello shot, but a heart-shaped jello shot at that! ;) Hope you didn't slip anything untowards into those preschool ones! I love that she thought they were so beautiful! Darling!
Kerry! I knew there was a party girl beneath that wholesome facade. ;-) Just plain old raspberry flavor this time.
The hearts look great! And there's nothing like spontanious gratitude of a child as a special Valentine's day gift for Mama. :)
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