It was Thursday afternoon, just before the kids headed home. I heard “Let’s show Mr. Kerr” and here came two girls to reveal the contents of a margarine tub. I’ll call them Jessica and Claire. In the hollow of the container was a mass of green goop.
I know me. I know what I’d do in such a situation. I reached in and scooped out the greenness. It rolled over my fingers and started a descent between them. So cool. I just stared at the flow while the girls watched my every move. Some of the concoction plummeted back into the tub but much of it stuck to my fingers. I believe Jessica and Claire were looking at my face more than my digits. Joy bubbled from within.
I found out that Jessica was the author of this masterpiece. Apparently it’s Borax, glue and God knows what. I asked her politely, “Would you be willing to make me some overnight?” She smiled and said yes. Excellent. I’d have my own special supply in time for the week of March Break (no school).
Claire and Jessica giggled their way out of the portable and I was left with “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen”. I was sure I’d see them tomorrow.
Last day of school. I showed up for the afternoon fun day. As soon as I opened the portable’s door and hung up my coat, Claire and Jessica traipsed over, margarine tub in hand. I took off the lid … and there was first class slime of a delicate turquoise hue. Into my hands it went, and it also journeyed to my heart. Soon we were off to the various adventures which resided in some classroom or another. My goop sat contented on the shelf. Two hours later, we returned to the Grade 6 class. I picked up the slime, lifted it into the air with two hands, and let it sink so gracefully into the well-positioned tub three feet below. It was a move deserving of an Olympic gold medal.
Claire came over and I casually mentioned how delicious the goop tasted, especially on toast. Her face collapsed and her eyes grew exponentially. I assured her immediately that I did no such thing … face back to normal.
At the every end of the day, Tiffany, the Grade 6 teacher, has the kids do “Shout Outs”, praise for cool stuff that a kid saw another student do. I shouted out Jessica: “Thank you for the slime.”
And on to today. I love walking the twenty minutes to the Belmont Diner for breakfast. A sneaky little voice told me to put the slime tub in a plastic bag and carry it along. So I did. There I am sitting at the horseshoe-shaped lunch counter demonstrating my goop abilities to the variety of human beings sitting around. I think at least one person was impressed. The rest? Well, most of them kept their thoughts to themselves.
Now I glance over at the end table to see my turquoise friend cozy inside its Celeb margarine tub. Just two buddies hanging out. Who knows what horizons we’ll explore tomorrow.