Amanda Lamb: Slimed

"What's on your blanket?" I asked my 13-year-old daughter as I headed to the washing machine with an arm full of laundry.

"Slime," she responded nonchalantly, as if I should have guessed this.

It was a hardened yellow, sparkly substance that had crystallized on the long shag gray hairs of her throw blanket. Needless to say, it did not come out. A new blanket is on the top of her birthday wish list.

"What's in the bag?" I asked my daughter the other night as she got in the car holding a plastic baggie full of a purplish gray, squishy substance.

"Slime," she replied again without a hint of irony.

"Where did it come from?"

"Kids sell it. I bought it for $3."

"What do you do with it?"

"Play with it," she said, incredulously.

I have seen the little squishy bags in her room multiple times, also small containers of Tupperware containing the brightly colored goo, and of course, the evidence on her blanket. I just had no idea that slime from my generation, the 80s, had made such a huge comeback.

"Why can't you just buy slime at the store?"

"Mom, it wouldn't be the real stuff. It would just be a cheap knock-off."

The whole slime talk got me thinking about what outs has made a come back from the 80s.

"Is that a scrunchy in your hair?"

"Yes, why?"

"No reason."

Some things are better left in the 80s where they belong ...