Last night, the Dream Keepers wrote about icky stuff. The assignment came from Dawn DiPrince's wonderful book, Unjournaling: Daily Writing Exercises that are NOT Personal, NOT Introspective, NOT Boring. Here are a few examples I came up with: Icky is sharing deodorant with your six brothers. Ickier is sharing a toothbrush. Icky is cleaning out the couch, pocketing the change, and eating the dust-covered candy. I challenged the Dream Keepers to come up with icky stuff that would make me cringe with disgust. They did. Here's a sample of their work: Icky is picking up gum from the ground and eating it. Icky is when someone pops out their leg bone. Icky is chewing on your toenails. —Tramonta Garner, age 10 Icky is frying chalk, dirt and rubber and eating it as steak. Icky is eating fire extinguisher foam. —Brandon, age 11 Icky is a dead bird in the house, surrounded by flies. —Brianna Icky is playing with your hair while you are in line