Elmer’s Glue has come a long way.
I remember when I was in first grade, we didn’t really have glue. We had paste. The paste came in a tiny little jar with a tiny little spoon. It was kind of a flat spoon and it was supposed to be used for scraping the paint out of the jar onto the paper.
Some people skipped the paper and just used the spoon to eat the paste.
I remember being fascinated with the paste-eating kids. There was one in particular who ate it on a regular basis. All the time. Every day. I waited to see what would happen to him. Would his hair fall out? Would he turn sticky? Would he start eating the crayons, next?
The weird this was nothing ever happened.
All that glue and he still knew that the capital of California was Sacramento. Continue reading