Ok, probably not, but I still hate it just the same.
So, she brings the barrel o' Doh home, and plays on the coffee table. Rebecka is infatuated with it, and surprisingly enough doesn't even try to eat it. They have fun for a while, until I declare "bedtime" and clean up commenced.
We choose to store the Play Doh barrel in Katie's room, as it is her toy, and I think nothing of it.
Until, that is, when I go to pick up her room, and the NEW carpet in front of her book shelf is covered in neon pink, flaky, dried in Play Doh goodness. I scrub it out, and speak with my beloved child about responsible messy toy maintenance, and how that does NOT include playing with Play Doh on the carpet, particularly NEW carpet.
I find, while packing for a family trip to Virginia, on her bed, under her covers, the barrel of Play Doh again. When I ask her about it, she tells me, with a straight face, "Well, you told me not to get it on the carpet". Apparently my discussion to her did NOT include that the stinky substance is also not appropriate for her new purple down comforter.
Well, now I think we are clear that the ONLY place to play with Doh is the dining room table...I'll let you know how that works our for us...
As we continue our vacation, I must speak briefly on the majestic quality of the mountains in this area. ...was that brief enough? No?
It is really beautiful here, particularly the sunset and sunrise over the mountains. If I didn't love the ocean so dearly, I would be completely tempted to pack up and live here.
So in closing, here is a special note to the disappointed burglar that may or may not currently be staking out our quiet home: You won't find much worth your time to resell; but if you DO feel the need to break in, I didn't have time to mop the floors...do you mind helping out? Also, feel free to take the barrel of Play Doh...