i hate play-doh. it is true. i hate everything about it.
as a child my mom was almost obsessive about making sure that we did not mix the colors. we had all the nifty little play-doh toys. we made carefully, not mixed versions, mcdonald's ice cream cones, burgers, and fries. i remember enjoying it then, so i do not remember when it was that i grew to detest it so...but i do. however, i do remember the joy it brought me and i recognize that my children love it--and because i love to see joy on their faces (and i like to keep them busy from time to time) i allow the disgusting creation to make an appearance from time to time...
an appearance from afar...
this is as close as play-doh gets to my house...at least they get to play and i do not have to worry about scraping crusty bits of the mess off of my table, floor, carpet, or child's hair. they get to flex their creative muscles and try their hands at sculpting...
calvary prefers to smush multi-colored bits into various shapes.....
harper prefers to use her imagination to create a rockstar...complete with a microphone.
as much as i hate play-doh, i love to see what they can create....they make me proud and happy. and i guess, in a weird way, play-doh still brings me joy.
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