I freaken HATE playdough. I mean with a passion. I don't remember playing with it as a kid and then Dallin came along. Like your average first time parent I had the patience to make a play dough pizza, empire state building, clown, giraffe, Elvis ect... Then more kids came along and I got sick of having them watch ME play play dough. I insisted they play with it themselves. Which only made the mess get bigger and more difficult to clean. I would let the stuff on the floor dry out for a day or two and then try to sweep it up only to find my kids had taken it to the next level one day and decided to soak the play dough in bowls of water making it wet and runny and slimy and it stained everything in a ten mile radius. I know when I have reached my limit so I took it all and put it very very high up in the corner of a closet. It has literally been over a year and a half since my kids have seen it or touched it. But the holiday break came and Andrew had time off of work so we gave it another go. I did have a slight anxiety attack as Derek tried to eat it and Addie got some in her Barbie's hair (the barbie was later thrown away after she went to bed), but I relaxed a bit and took some pics. Cause Lord knows when we will play with it again. Dallin stuffed Star wars figurines into a big wad of play dough. Addie and Olivia used cookie cutters. Andrew made words messages on my behalf (I included the only "G" rated message). And Derek just made a mess. I swear people that have the patience for kids crafts must be on some high doses of prozac.
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Please tell me the last time you did play-doh was not at my house.
Right on Mama Rach. Its been that long... And it was at your house so its been even longer since my kids have had it in their own home.
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