Friday, August 5, 2011

Playdoh

August 27, 2008

Play-doh is just not the same toy as it was when I was little. When I was young Christy and I used to get out like a can of red, blue, green, yellow, and maybe if we were lucky, we would find a can of purple. Then we would make a kitchen table full of creations, all straight from our imagination. Now-adays, things are little different for play-dohs kids. There are millions of colors, that are made to represent different things. Like Calvin's ice-cream maker play-doh toy, has "chocolate ice-cream brown" and even a special white, with confetti sprinkles in it to make extra special whipped cream.


When I was young, and we wanted to make a person, animal, or food with our playdoh. We pretty much had to get to work rolling, patting, and shaping all on our own. Play-doh kids of today, have step-by-step instructions included on how to make things just exactly perfect. His ice cream factory or whatever it is, makes the play doh come out looking just the same exact shape as ice cream comes out of one of those machines at Golden Corral or McDonald's or something. It even has something that pumps out little tiny sprinkles onto the top of the ice-cream. And a special pump for the sparkly whipped cream.

I remember being EXTRA careful, not to mix the colors up. Once you mix up the colors that is it all your play-doh is a weird purple-brown color because it has just all mixed around. Calvin's toy makes it pretty much impossible not to mix all the colors together. (Although maybe this is just play-doh's clever way of making it so parents have to go out and spend more money one new play-doh.) It is really a little hard for me to watch him, just smashing it all together and making green/brown, chocolate-mint ice cream. I have to close my eyes, it's his toy, not mine, and if he doesn't care that all his play doh looks remarkably like puke, then I guess I can live with that, somehow.

Here is Calvin with some of his special play-doh creations, the first is a Calvin showing off a flavor that I call, puke. The second is the special cone that he made for Grandpa Merton, complete with a big smile from Calvin and his kool-aid mustached face. . . . .


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