Rye's art & snack session was set up like this.
Look closely at those pencil leads, it will be important later.
Sugar is brainfood...it was a perfectly nutritious snack...stop judgin' me :)
Sprinkles make ya sweet...
...and Sprinkles are inspiring!
Yes...just a shirt & training pants... it's what works for us...
~Sugar Lips~
Okay, time for the story.
I bought a container of sprinkles in hopes of convincing Riley to broaden her culinary horizons. Currently, she and Buddy the Elf share a similar palate.
Yes, sprinkles are made of sugar too, but if you shake them over, say, Mashed Potatoes or Chicken Nuggets then sugar becomes a lesser ingredient. Especially when compared with most of her current preferred favorites, like "Big Chocolate Cupcake Cookies" (a.k.a. Reese Cups) and Pink Ice Cream.
It isn't an exact science, but it has met with some success.
So, Riley had a little bowl of sprinkles during her art and snack session and needless to say, when she was finished I had a living room full of rainbow colored sprinkles and some artwork to add to Riley's portfolio.
BUT... I didn't clean the mess up.. I had to run to a baseball game for Chandler. I left the chaos to be dealt with upon our return.
The thing is, by the time we returned- it was dark. Riley had fallen asleep in the car. I tucked her in and went quietly to the living room to clean up her 'creative explosion' from earlier. I left the lights off and vacuuming til morning, opting for the quieter method of sweeping sprinkles from the coffee table into my hand.
Who can resist sprinkles, I ask you?
Not me, that's for sure.
Absentmindedly, I licked a few clingy sprinkles from my fingers as I walked the lot of them to the wastebasket.
"These taste like PLASTIC!' I thought to myself.
and
"That's what I get for buying sprinkles from the Dollar Tree."
I had brushed the remaining sprinkles into the bin and returned for the pencils when it dawned on me:
"OH! I bet I just ate colored pencil leads..."
I opened the little container of sprinkles to taste-test my hypothesis:
If they tasted like plastic, I knew my menu expansion plan would need to be adjusted- a more expensive brand of sprinkles sought and bought before we could proceed with sprinkling the scrambled eggs in the morning.
However, if they were sweet, as sprinkles should be, I would know I had just tasted the rainbow... quite literally.
Well...
If they had been sprinkles, I wouldn't be telling you this story.
I'd simply say "Don't buy dollar store sprinkles"
As it were, I say "Learn from my folly"
Colored pencil leads or rainbow sprinkles? It doesn't matter- toss 'em out!
