Jael is my Jell-O queen. On trips to the grocery store she always has her eye out for a new flavor. The boys, on the other hand, won’t touch the stuff. It is reconstituted cow feet after all.
I don’t care for it either. But I do like how the girls can whip up a box when the mood strikes them. They also have fun fighting over the color and which Jell-O mold to use. It’s a lot of fun at little expense. Until, of course, someone spills it down the front of the refrigerator.
Still, how can you resist?
Not to mention, they’re pretty good at clean up.
Ugh, really, that’s so disgusting Judith.