The neighbors from down the street came over after school. I was watering the flower garden. They found some chalk in the storage compartment under the seat of the Little Linebacker's GoDiego Go three-wheeler.
And that equaled this:
Wet chalk turns to gooey paste you know. I'm not sure the kids knew at first. But they found out pretty quick. And if you're a kid, your intuition quickly tells you that wet goo needs to get on your hands,
And your feet,
And maybe even on your sturdy little belly.
Man, I like me the look of creative, gooey happiness.
Three cheers, three cheers, three cheers!
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