The shnozberries taste like shnozberries... no, not really.

Today was my second day teaching preschool. And it was... crazy. I learned real quickly that fifteen little ones running around like a bunch of mad people, and not always using their listening ears, means that the perfect picture that I had painted in my mind isn't so realistic. Shoot.

After nap time today we painted with what I told them was magic paint (it was just some jello, water, and paint powder... but it was fun becasue it smelled so good!) We were painting pictures of strawberries, limes, oranges, banana's, blueberries and grapes. Super fun.

Then... I get the question I knew was coming- I had even prepped for how I was going to respond

Andrew: "Miss Annie... can we taste the magic paint? It smells good."
Me: "No Andrew, we can't. Magic paint isn't supposed to go in your mouth. It's for paper only... it doesn't taste good, and it's not good for you."
Andrew: "Well I bet it would taste good."
Me: "We're not eating the paint Andrew. Have you ever been allowed to eat paint?"
Andrew: "No... but I-"
Me: "You're not eating paint... and nether is anyone else."

Then Matthew, Andrew's neighbor, starts talking...

Matthew: "Would you die for it?"
Me: "Do you mean would eating the paint kill you?"
Matthew: "Uh-huh..."
Me: "No, but it's not good for your mouth or your stomach, so we're not going to eat it."
Matthew: "Oh, ok."

Annie: 2 Andrew & Matthew: 0

Until I hear...

"Miss Annie... Stephanie just ate some of the purple magic paint."

Now, really... I should have known better. Not only is Stephanie's favorite color purple, she also loves grapes and will put anything in her mouth. Including the dirt on the bottom of her shoe (not sure why). So I walk over to the table and...
..
Me: "Stephanie, did you eat some of the purple magic paint?"
Stephanie: "Um..."
*silence*
Stephanie: "Um... yes I did."
Me: "Did it taste really gross?"
Stephanie: "Um..."
*more silence*
Stephanie: "No...?" (she looked shocked, excited, and purple-due to the left overs on her face)

I didn't really know what to say. Jell-o without the sugar would be so nasty. Part of me wanted her to keep eating it to see if she would turn into Violet from Willy Wonka (like a big blueberry-but in her case a big grape). But, becasue I'm the teacher and responsible for her well-being and because part of my job is to make sure that no one goes home looking like a big grape that someone could roll down the hallway, I had to say something. So I said the dumbest thing I could have said...

"Really? I mean... of course it was gross. No one eat the paint."

Introducing my life as a preschool teacher...

I did it.

Normally a title like this would be fitting if I did something great... maybe accomplished something that I never thought I would ever do like run a marathon, eat a hundred hot dogs, or train my cat to use the toilet. Unfortunately... what I did was just a matter of time and neglect.

Today while I was doing the laundry one of Drew's dark brown socks accidentally got thrown in with a bunch of my whites... that I bleach. As much as I wish the story ended there, it doesn't. And, as much as I wish I could say that one little sock made it into the dryer happy and even more brown than before, I can't. I even wish that that I could say that one brown sock colored all my whites a nice beige color because I could just bleach them back again, but ... I can't.

I pride myself on doing laundry. And, I know that sounds silly... but I do. I have a very specific way of doing it and until now it's gone just peachy...

1. Let the water run
2. Put in soap while water is still running so that it gets mixed in equally
3. Put clothes in one by one to make sure that no darks go in with whites... and vise versa.

Anyways... I noticed when I was putting everything into the dryer what had happened. I don't know how I noticed it coming out but not going in. It was like the sock was staring me right in the face saying, "Look. Just look at what you've done to me. What's you're plan now Laundry Woman?"

Well... That one little brown sock is now a nice blend of brown, beige, and pink (not sure why pink...) tye-dyed (or should I say bleached) sock.

Fancy that. If I were that sock I'd be stoked. Tye dye is awesome... but maybe not if your other half is still "normal" if you will.

I hope that Drew can forgive me. We always have a hard time finding brown socks after I do the laundry... and now he's going to have one less pair. Unless, of course, he wants to try and start some kind of new trend. Which... I kind of doubt he will.

** Disclaimer: The socks at the top of the page are not the actual socks before the accident. Drew would not wear funny socks like this. They look like elf socks.

Dear Blake and Stephanie,

Get excited. While we (Drew, Anna, Aubrey and I) were out tonight getting dinner, we stumbled across an incredible find. Dare I say the best new home gift anyone could ever hope to receive... seriously.

In case you aren't convinced right now here are some excellent reasons why this gift should make you jump for joy, and why all of your friends that come over will be jealous of this amazing creation and ask you where you bought it.

Reason #1: It's adorable
Reason #2: It reminded us of Blake
Reason #3: It's colorful so it could really go in any room of your house
Reason #4: It's very welcoming to new people who come into your home
Reason #5: It's an heirloom piece

So there it is. We know that you are in suspense thinking "oh man... when am I going to get this? I am so excited." But I'm sorry... you will just have to wait until Friday.

Love and warm wishes,
The Petersen and Anderson Families