"I'm going to regret this..." I mumbled as I opened the jar of play-doh for my youngest. I thought I had thrown all the mini jars of play doh that they got as part of the goodie bags from a friends birthday party away, but either my kids go dumpster diving or I missed one. I am betting on the dumpster diving.
Now don't get me wrong, I enjoyed playing with play doh as a kid and I think its a fabulous tool for fostering young imaginations. But the drawback is that it.gets.everywhere. As in, my carpet, my rugs and oh did I mention MY CARPET?
Sigh. I need to invent a type of play-doh that resists the will of a toddler to grind it into the fabrics in my home. Maybe then I can get rich and stop this ridiculous job search where I am informed that I am OVERQUALIFIED to work at a certain chain of stores.
Famous Last Words. Excuse me while I go pry the play-doh out of my sons mouth.
