Slime-making is basically when you spend $30 on supplies to make a handful of sticky goo that you could buy for 50 cents in the vending machines as you leave the supermarket.
It wasn’t a secret word anymore. Soon it was just another aspect of our lives and categorized along with all of the other quirks in our family.
You don’t need to spend money to make them happen. You don’t even have to leave your house.
Just as you can convince yourself that life is miserable, you can do the opposite.
Snap at a friend and they dismiss it. Do the same to your kid, they’ll bring it up at Thanksgiving when you’re 60.
Suddenly, you’re no longer Zack Morris. You’re now Mr. Belding.
The reality is that there are plenty of times when we, as adults, need to get away from the kids in order to steal a few sobering moments to ourselves.
The bizarre humor that rushes through my head is decades below my own age group and doesn’t even need an audience to spring up.
“What time do you guys fight Santa?”
We’re all artists who can’t enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.