We have a school at the domestic violence shelter that I work in. I am an advocate and mentor for children that have been affected or witnessed abuse. It is a great job, I love it. The school was celebrating 100 days of school, which had to be explained to me several times because I didn't get the point. The kids all made Jelly (or Jello to Americans) and made an ocean scene with it, using gummy octopus and skittles etc. One of my kids arrived late to after school activities we were holding and I gave her a cup of jello. I forgot to tell her about the added ingredients, when half way through the cup, she stared at it and then turned to me. The six year old demanded "What the hell is in my Jello"?
