Play Doh and I have a toxic relationship.
Abbey loves it. Unfortunately, she likes to lick (eew) and eat (double eew) it as much as she likes to play with it. Now that she is a little older, she doesn't give in to those whims as often as she did in the past. She does, however, try to give it to Dylan when I'm not in the room. Since she's only two, she tries to accomplish this by making subtle suggestions like, "Mommy, go in the kitchen and cook dinner." At nine in the morning.
Since I am such a good mommy and always put Dylan's safety above a silly toy, I don't let her play with it (very often) around him. However, the other day he took a really long morning nap, and Abbey and I had a little Play Doh party.
The pictures highlight the real reason I don't let her play with it around Dylan.
omg, all of those little pieces will be permenently embedded in my floor
or stuck to the bottom of my feet
or stuck to my actual bottom when I leave the house
yet, I can't resist, "Mommy, make a snowman"
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