stress ball stress

For some reason the boys were super excited last week to bring a bunch of quarters to Market Basket and buy things from the gumball- and plastic-thing-dispensers by the exits. Maybe just because they hadn't been there in a while? Anyways, besides several dollars worth of plastic gems they brought home a few "stress balls"—that is, golf-ball sized sacks of weird goo studded with tiny balls of a different weird goo. While I don't know how they worked for relieving my children's stress, I can say that stepping on one in the dark early this morning was not at all stress-reducing. Although I suppose I was relieved when I realized what it was: probably the least-concerning squishy slime I could have stepped in. Thanks, Market Basket!