so last night i was thinking about paste
last night i was thinking about paste. you know, the non-toxic sticky white stuff that came in a squat plastic barrel with a stick in the lid. the first time you opened it, it was all smooth and lovely, with the only blemish being the void where the stick had been. kind of a mineshaft in the motherlode of paste.
i always tried to keep the paste as pristine as i could, but i — being, after all, me — always ended up with a rocky lunar landscape inside my jar. big boulders of paste, semi-dried, that had enough adhesive power to cling to the back of construction paper but not enough moisture within to be smoothed by the ineffectual little paste-paddle. my creations were often lumpy.
inevitably, my jar of paste would dry out. the dried paste boulders inside would rattle a bit when i shook the jar. if i emptied the boulders, there was usually still a single puck of paste in the , dried and monolithic, with a few ominous cracks signaling its imminent disintegration.
i don't think kids get paste anymore, do they?
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I don't think Emily and her peers even know what paste is. It's all about glue sticks now.
Posted by: terry | October 14, 2003 08:24 AM
you know what was even better than paste, though? rubber cement. it had that chemically smell, and you could put just a bit on your finger and make a booger out of it. I loved rubber cement.
Posted by: terry | October 14, 2003 08:25 AM
but what on earth will the child eat?!
there's always play-doh, i suppose.
Posted by: julie | October 14, 2003 09:14 AM