Last night was my last teen night, thank Heaven – cupcakes. Popular, simple, cheap, shockingly un-messy. Just bought a cake mix and a tub of frosting and some cups, and boom, in business. I was out of there by eight! Hooray! So it was a good end to a turbulent year.
On that note, I also found out I am for sure having my teen crafting class, but not until Bastille day (July 14th, for the non-francophonic in the audience) and then only until August 19th. But hey, at least I’ll have a budget, and a dedicated group! That’s going to be a major improvement.
I only had about two people dedicated to the cupcakes last night, one of whom I don’t think could be more then ten. The craptastic oven, by the grace of God, actually worked (better than our oven does), and I put in the timer for twenty minutes. So the kid asks me, “How long will they be?”
“How long is twenty minutes?”
I had kind of two reactions. The first – which obviously I didn’t say – was “What do you mean how long is it? It’s twenty minutes.”
What I actually said was a mix of educational and existential. Ish.
Educational: “Okay, see that big hand? When it gets to the five, they’ll be done.”
Existential: “Just go play on the trampoline for a bit, and when you come back, they’ll be done.”
Cause in my head, I was going “Hmm, yes, how long is twenty minutes? If we accept reality as subjective-”
Okay, guys. Give me your comments. How long is twenty minutes? Creative answers for extra points.
For more food for thought: are we walking past the mountain, or are we standing still while the mountain walks? Does a dog have Buddha nature? (Answers for that one below!)
You are assuming there is a difference between Buddha nature and the dog. Though if a dog DOES have Buddha nature, I nominate Cassie for that. (Thank you to Prof. Komjathy for giving me random sayings that no one understands! Best prof. evar!)