Candy Corn C

Mrs. H, T's preschool teacher, had them do an art project called candy corn C. Basically, they took candy corn and glued it to a letter C that was printed on heavy card stock. They glued the candy corn, thus rendering it inedible. Then (most likely realizing the dangerous temptation involved), she sent the project home the same day, with the candy corns still slightly wet with glue.

"Oh," I said on the way home, "Did Mrs. H tell you that you couldn't eat them? They're covered with glue and dirty."

"That's right." T said. "You can't eat them and they are dirty. They are an art project."

I heard a little girl voice echo in the back, "Can't eat them? Dirty?"


About a dozen of the candy corns fell off of the C and into T's backpack. I told T to go ahead and empty them out onto the driveway.

This was very poor planning on my part, because we played outside.

It was like M's own little personal version of purgatory. Every few minutes she would encounter a candy corn and bring it over to me. "Can I eat this one or is this dirty?"

"It's dirty. Throw it into the grass." I would say.

Then she would encounter another... "Is this one dirty? Can I eat it?"

"It's dirty. Throw it into the grass." I would say.

"They are all dirty! They have glue on them! They are an art project!" T would shriek.

Over and over she brought them. Each time a note of hope was projected in her voice. Each time her hopes were shattered.

At one point, she brought one that had a tiny bit of the tip gnawed off.

We finally went inside.