“But you girls haven’t decided who gets to eat me yet!” You declare.
“I’m going to!” the Hispanic girl boasts.
“No, I’m going to!” the redhead corrects her.
“Nuh-uh, it was my idea, I get to eat him!” the blonde yells. You let this go on for a moment, playing them against each other while the class watches on eagerly, before you make your proposal.
“See, girls, this is what I was talking about.” You say. “Now since I don’t know you four, I can’t choose, so how about we play a game to decide?” The girls suddenly stop bickering and gather around you to listen. It’s amazing how even when you’re almost naked and glued to the floor, you still can command a certain degree of attention from these seven year olds. Some of the other students in the class gather around too, wanting to see what’s going to happen next.
“You girls have thirty minutes left in this class.” You explain the rules of the game you’ve just devised. “I want you all to take that time to make one new project. It can be whatever you want it to be, but it has to be about eating me.” The girls all giggle with anticipation. “When you’re done you can show it to the class and whichever one the other girls like best gets to eat me. Sound fair?”