...when you want to take a nap.
I think my exact words were, "Go read some books, do a puzzle, play with play dough, I don't care what you do. I just need to rest for a little while."
Monday, August 3, 2009
What not to say...
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holy crap that looks all too familiar. Is that what we've resorted too in these heat crisis? Noelle spent a good portion of her day doing this exact thing. And the 115 degree heat sucked all the desire to care where it ended up right out of me.
Is there more to this story? It only looks like some interesting play dough. My kids would probably have done a lot worse if I had said that to them.
No, that's the whole story (but if you'd heard me lecture Asher on not mushing playdough colors together every time he played with it, it would probably be funnier). I just threw out about $10 of playdough when I saw that. It was beyond separating out.
Sigh...
Little boys like gray playdough.
The picture does not capture the tiny technicolor playdough-snow that covered the ground underneath the table.
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