I just wanted to blog real quick and wish a very merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate it. Josh and I have just…I mean…Santa has just finished putting all of the presents under the tree AND managed to snag a few cookies while he was here. ;) Now, Santa’s hard working elves are ready for bed. I hope you all enjoy being with your families, and getting pleasantly plump from all of the baked goods and eggnog - I know we will!
Goodnight!
A few months ago I posted about how badly dried up Play-Doh can cause a foot injury or two. I have a new experience involving my son and Play-Doh that I’d like to share.
This past Monday afternoon, after getting home from work, I ventured over to my parents’ place to pick up the munchkin and head home. After walking into their living room, I saw that he and my mother were completely enveloped in constructing different animals and vehicles out of Play-Doh. My mother got an important phone call soon afterward, so upon Dylan’s request, I took over her position as Play-Doh master. It was so much fun. Playing with the stuff is so much more pleasant than stepping on it.
Anyway, I took some of the plastic utensils (they actually reminded me of little Play-Doh butter knives), and got to work building…something…I’m not quite sure. Dylan then informed me that he wanted me to make a bunny. But not just any bunny. It had to be an orange bunny with big ears. So, I tried my best. It ended up being more of a bunny head, ears, and torso, but I was actually proud of myself. He protested, and insisted that I give it legs and feet. Once again, I tried. It ended up looking more like a deranged, crack-addicted, bunny, with a big head and skinny legs - but a bunny nonetheless. He was satisfied with that, and began to giggle and smile and play with the crack bunny.
Before I could call my parent’s into the room to check it out, he had pinned the poor bunny down to the table, took a Play-Doh butter knife, cut off both legs, both ears, poked both of his eyes, and then cut him in half. While I sat there, mouth agape, trying not to laugh hysterically while pleading for the life of my poor orange bunny, he informed me that he killed the bunny and that he was done playing with the Play-Doh. Point taken, my murderous little bunny-maimer. What a way to get your point across!
LOL!
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