Receiving the gift of slime.

On most weeks, I brought some kind of slime to start off class. We either squirted each other with it (oh, yeah, and there was the time I brought loaded water squirters when it was unseasonably warm in October, and the time I brought play dough and we made Thanksgiving salads and blood donuts), or we followed weird directions and concocted it and then globbed around with it, or rubbed it all over the table. But wait! We didn't JUST make a mess. We talked through ideas. We plotted things out. We slimed and we brainstormed. Then we wrote.