10/02/2025
a little snippet from Annilee's current work in progress -- which is nearing completion :)
Half an hour later, and with a little less stress than normal because Fred was the Pied Piper of Primary kids, all of Esther’s students had been delivered to their parents or the afterschool program, and Fred sat in one of the chairs next to the least glittered art table.
“The janitor isn’t going to like you today,” he said, as he drew his finger across the table and lifted it. “Sparkly doesn’t begin to describe it.”
No. No, it didn’t. That corner of her classroom looked like it had been hit by a sparkle storm. Probably, because it had been. A sixty-hand sparkle storm.
“It was a disaster,” she said. “So much glitter and mayhem.” She shook her head. Never again would she do a project like the one she had attempted today. Or, at least, she wouldn’t do it in the same way she did it today.
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My hubby is currently a janitor at an elementary school, and he DOES NOT like glitter. :) (Oh, and I named the janitor in this story after him.)