The girls got several sets of Shrinky Dinks for Christmas this year, and they attacked them with gusto while I was doing our morning reading. (Every day I read between 3-4 hours to the kids and they're allowed to color, draw, play with LEGOs and other quiet toys while I read.)
I spent most of lunch time cutting out the things they'd colored, then everyone gathered around the oven to watch them shrink. This was the fun part for all of us - them because it was something "amazing" that they'd never seen, and me because I remember experiencing that in my childhood and enjoyed watching them experience it for the first time.
Andrew was home late tonight, and I was in the shower when he went to tuck the girls in. Apparently Kaitlyn (7) was still excited over the shrinking plastic, because she shared with him all about it. He came in to tell me how excited she was...and also how we might need some grammar practice.
Apparently, when the plastic started to shrink, Kaitlyn told him, "I FROKE OUT!"
