Little J and Friend A have school together on Monday Wednesday and Friday mornings. I usually pack a lunch, and we hang out on the playground for a while before going home. We sneak into the school to use the bathroom when we stay too long, and on the way to the bathroom, there is a process table full of whole corn. The boys would stay here forever if I let them. I ask the teacher where she buys the corn…the Tractor Supply store in town. A huge bag only costs about $12. You can buy it and share with a friend if you have a small process table, or something comparable.
We talk about the plan to buy the corn and put it in the process table for a few days until I have time to go out and actually buy the bag, so there is a sense of anticipation. We finally have the bag and need to clean out the process table, which has old play dough in it. We finally get the corn in the clean table.
The kids bury anything they can in the corn…fingers, hands, arms up to the elbow, their heads…they don’t stop there. They start to climb into the tub, which is not very big, so I take out the tub and place it directly on the pavement of the driveways.
I ask them to sit on the driveway and put their feet in the table. They want to SWIM in the corn, so I ask them to take 5 minute turns in the tub.
They move onto putting other things in the tub. Cars, containers, bears…
Friend H starts delivering little parcels of corn to “neighbors,” like she is a milk man. Friend A finds some train tracks and cargo cars and fills the little vehicles with corn, pretending it’s gas.
Quick warning…if you find this corn, decide to buy it, decide to put it in a container for the kids and they love it…you will find the corn everywhere…in the undies, in the couch cushions, in the grass. Be forewarned. This is a HAPPY MESS.