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.
