The princess came home from school on the last day, dejected because she didn't get one of the "magic crystal trees" that her teacher was giving as prizes.
She knew that her teacher bought them at Dollarama, so
that day we had to make a trip to the store to look for some. They had none.
Just this past week, when we were shopping (where else?) at Dollarama for loot-bag gifts for her party guests, she stopped dead in her tracks and declared "Mom, our prayers have been answered!!!". She tends to be a bit melodramamatic, that one. Lo, there on the wall-o-crap, were multiple packages of "magic trees". We bought one for each guest, one for the princess and the lad, and a "spare" (just in case of magic tree emergencies, I guess.).
The first tree died a sudden death (all over my beige carpet *gnash*) when the princess attempted to transport it across the house to show it to me.
The second tree she started at the cottage.
It's a silly thing, really. Little more than green cardboard with die-soaked branches. She poured the "magic liquid" into the base, and waited. Don't ask me what's in the liquid because I have no idea. I tried to see if there were cautions on the packaging about it being caustic, or toxic, or otherwise nasty, but there's nothing. As far as dollarama is concerned you could sprinkle it on your cheerios (please don't sprinkle it on your cheerios).
The darned thing grew. And it grew and it grew and it grew. In under 24 hours it sprouted beautiful multi-coloured crystals.
It's the weirdest darned thing.
The princess came home from school on the last day, dejected because she didn't get one of the "magic crystal trees" that her teacher was giving as prizes.
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