We have baskets overflowing with these things at home, and they’re called “twiddles.” At least that’s what they call them in our kids’ kindergarten classes where the teachers seem to spin gold out of oatmeal flakes, and maintain a miraculous yoga-studio-level of peace within a class of 4, 5, and 6 year olds. Those teachers work fairy magic as far I’m concerned, and I can’t do anything NEAR what they do, but I CAN…