A Palate for Palettes
Whenever anyone mentions childhood art, I immediately think of paste. Big tasty tubs full of it. I don't claim to have a particularly refined palate even today, but I was definitely one of the many who licked up gobs and gobs of that stuff growing up.
Is there anyone out there who doesn't cop to eating paste as a kid? And what exactly made it such a common snack for tots? I mean, I never tried to eat Play-Doh. Wait, yes I did. Well, I never tried to eat real clay. OK, I did that too, actually, but it was on a dare, so it doesn't count. Ditto watercolors out of those little trays and one burnt sienna crayon.
But I have never eaten...um...uh...hot glue. Yes, never hot glue. That is a guarantee.
-SF Editor Mike...off to learn how to keep my mouth shut...




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