Play-Doh

I have never been one to mix my play-doh colors. I always opened one can at a time. I would finish then put it back in the can and get out another one. I saw the commercials. I knew if I would mix them I could have better looking dogs or cookies or whatever, but I refused to mix. I also wanted my projects to be the right colors. Clouds blue. Grass green. I was soooooooo OCD!!

My Grandmother had a giant can, like the size of Crisco, of red play-doh. I didn't have to worry about the mixing of colors. She had a little bench with two shelves. We pretended the bottom shelf was the oven. My Grandmother was always a good sport and "ate" our creations.

I guess I should not have been surprised when my daughter's teacher told me she loves play-doh. Naturally, the next time I was at Toy's R Us, I found a big canister with 20 colors and all kinds of shape cutters and most importantly, the fun factory!!! She LOVES play-doh. We play almost everyday. She loves the shapes, she loves to squish, she loves to take the spaghetti and put it on her head for hair. The loves the feel of the coolness of the play-doh against her cheek. She likes the smell of it and I haven't seen her do it, but I am sure she loves the taste!!

My daughter has so much fun. And it is so carefree. She can make a pink dolphin. She can make a green cupcake. She can roll out snakes or make spiders with a million legs. She has purple hot dogs with green buns--which requires mixing colors. I actually made a gingerbread man with a pink head, a green body and brown legs.......I thought hubby and my M in Law would faint when they realized I mixed colors.

My daughter is teaching me so much!!! I think she has taught me how to be more carefree and enjoy the freedom of mixing play-doh in life.