A couple of weekends ago, when it was normal winter warm (in the 50s) and not crazy winter warm (in the 70s), I took the kids outside to play. Michael instantly started asking for a bucket of water. I told him no, it was a little too cold for that, and I carefully guarded the hoses just to be safe. It turns out my little MacGyvers didn't need me or tap water anyway. They gathered up the rainwater they found in assorted containers in the yard that were left out in the last storm. They combined it with a fair amount of dark black soil (which they weren't supposed to dig) and created "slime." They did have an awfully good time, and they played together without fighting. Go slime.
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