As testament to the six and a half years I have lived in this country, I can now say the word Jell-O without feeling self conscious. I am equally confident saying elevator, side-walk and yard and I have successfully re-programmed my brain to refer to the bathroom or restroom instead of loo or toilet. Though I will never, I repeat, NEVER be able to use the word fanny-pack no matter how long I live here, without blushing (and I'm giggling just typing it).
Back to the Jell-O. Have your kids make it. Then let them eat it. They will be happy.
I love Jell-O but can't make it for the life of me. I've now had three failed attempts! But I will happily consume it if someone else makes it :-)
ReplyDeleteLOL I just have a jelly
ReplyDeleteit was strawberry
how fun os that :)
Wait...what do they call Jell-o in The Old Country?
ReplyDeleteThis is so cute! Jell-o was basically my favorite thing ever as a child. :)
ReplyDeletePatty ~ tell me where you live and I'll come and teach you how to make Jello!!
ReplyDeleteWendy ~ we call it Jelly (small difference I know!)
Melissa ~ I loved it as a kid too!