Monday, October 21st, 2013
2 years, 11 months.
When you were much younger, you would break in a new toy (or any random object) by putting it in your mouth.
These days, you instead cover the new toy or object in Play-Doh.
It’s the initation process, in your world.
While I napped for 20 minutes in the Kroger parking lot, like a rock, you were inside the grocery store helping Mommy.
When the two of you came back to the car, you had a new Hot Wheels ’67 Camaro in your hands:
“Look, Daddy! I got a new race car!”
We were home within 10 minutes and the first thing you did was to have me set up your play table and get out your red Play-Doh.
To cover your brand-new car in slime, or mud, or whatever it is you pretend that Play-Doh is.
It wasn’t until hours later that I actually got to see your new toy, because it was consumed by a red blob for its first waking hours.
Sure, Play-Doh can be used to make dinosaurs and animals and balls to roll around.
But ultimately, it’s used as an element of nature.
You get a quirky sense of pleasure out of swallowing your new toys in Play-Doh. Like I said, it’s the initiation process.
Mommy and I actually got to quietly eat dinner in the living room Saturday night, as you were quite self-contained in the kitchen with your Play-Doh torture center, I mean, activity play area.
After the new toy survives at least 90 minutes of conditioning to the extremes of Play-Doh, it must then endure, and conquer, the Play-Doh worms that unravel as the car finally breaks through the stronghold of the Play-Doh encasing.
It’s hilarious to me.
I don’t even mind picking up all the little red dots of Play-Doh before they get a chance to get ground into our light gray carpet.
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