Okay, so this has to be fast because I'm supposed to be on the treadmill. I just have to get something off my chest...
I HATE PLAY*DOH.
I know I've mentioned that before, and if I had more time, I'd find it and link to it, but I don't, so just trust me.
I had just recently begun to think that the Play*Doh was actually okay. It's provided some quiet entertainment for Annie this school year, while her sister is at school, and her brother is napping. No, I don't let Austin play with it yet. Yes, I know it's good for his motor development or something like that. But you and I both know what he would do with it. He would eat it. And even I draw the line at Play*Doh for lunch. Anyway, like I said, Annie does okay with the stuff. She's not too messy with it. She tends to get out just a tub or two and that's about it. So the Play*Doh with just Annie, not too bad.
Today the girls BOTH wanted to play with it. Naively I thought, "Well SURE! Why not!"
People. I just walked into the room where they were, and I swear....the Play*Doh EXPLODED. Along with some paint that they found in the Play*Doh box. WHICH I have no idea where THAT came from! I seriously don't know how two girls made that big of a mess is that short of a time.
So today, my hate for the Play*Doh came rushing back. I'm sorry, I know it's not nice to hate. And I realize some of you love the Play*Doh, and are shocked that someone as nice as me could harbor such resentment towards something so innocent.
But you'd understand if you could see the mess.
Now I need to go do some running to work out the rage.