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It’s Okay To Mix The Play-Doh Colors Together

Sunday, November 3rd, 2013

2 years, 11 months.

Dear Jack,

When I was a kid, I refused to mix the Play-Doh colors together or destroy any of my creations. I liked to create, and then eternally save, the same-colored animals and random creatures that I made.

I think I evidently believed that by destroying any of them, I was killing them. Apparently, I believed they had souls, too.

(This is starting to remind me of the plot line of the Disney movie, Spooky Buddies, that we just watched yesterday on Netflix.)

However, as for you, you’re totally cool with completely annihilating any “living” thing you make.

And honestly, I think that’s a good thing.

Because it also indirectly leads you to be able to mix the different colors of Play-Doh together and not feel guilty about that either.

You don’t respect the colors or creations of the Play-Doh… after all, it’s just a toy. It’s all just part of the same wad, as far as you’re concerned.

This morning as we were about to get ready for church, you made me some Play-Doh coffee.

I was quite impressed, actually.

Now that your newest Play-Doh set has been homogonizing for a few weeks now, it’s morphing into this reddish brown, greenish black color, with hints of caramel showing through.

You served it up real nice for me.

Then, after Mommy got you dressed for church, you and I went on our 1st ever father and son fishing trip; from a vegetarian’s perspective, at least…

You discovered that your Halloween glow stick stopped glowing, so no problem- it became your fishing pole.

And yes, the bait, as well as the fish you would catch, were both made out of that same reddish brown, greenish black Play-Doh, with hints of caramel showing through.

It’s funny how most of the time, in order to play with you, all I have to do is just sit there and look at you.

From there, you always figure out what to pretend to do. You simply entertain yourself, especially if you have some decent props.

Then, as I serve as the sole member in your audience, I also become the mandatory volunteer to help you act out your show.

I’ve got a front row seat!

Who cares that our family hasn’t eaten meat in 23 months? We went fishing anyway.

And we didn’t even have to miss church for it.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

 

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