I had the brilliant idea to surprise my children with Play-Doh. I did not have the wonder that is molded clay when I was little. Target had a bucket of several different colors, molds, and gadgets in a set on sale. My thought, “The girls will love this.” My second thought, “Is this a good idea?” While both thoughts were spot on, I purchased my surprise eager to get it in the hands of my children.
The first day of Play-Doh fun was supervised by myself and my teen (Friday night).
Therefore, play was splendid and enjoyed by all. Saturday morning…the two and four year old found the Play-Doh and decided to have their own playtime.
By the time I entered their bedroom, Play-Doh was everywhere. I mean everywhere. In the carpet, in their hair, stuck to their pajamas, scattered across toys and their room. It looked as if someone had set off a Play-Doh bomb and none of the Doh had survived. Colored fragments speckled the room.
My first impulse was to yell, but I decided to take a deep breath instead. My four yr. old looked up at me and said, “Sorry Mommy, it was just too much fun.” I had to laugh and then the three of us cleaned up Play-Doh.
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