Thursday, August 24, 2006

Zany Mama Hypothesis #3: Play-Doh is the work of the devil.

Yep, I’m pretty definite about this one. Although you could convince me that even Old Horny himself isn’t evil enough to have thought of it entirely on his own. Perhaps, you might suggest, there was a committee of fiendish imps or a task force of odious lesser demons that came together in some sort of Mama Torture Council to develop such a heinous product.

Whether it was the result of a diabolical solo plan or a vile collaboration, I still suggest that Play-Doh must be the result of a monstrous evil.

5 comments:

SRH said...

Amen, Wifey! Play-Doh is clearly the work of a secret demonic evil cabal bent on destroying the sanity of parents everywhere.

Mom said...

Since 1956, PLAY-DOH compound has been a part of playtime fun. While you relax or play along, your child is creating imaginary worlds and exploring new colors, shapes, and textures. There is no wrong way to play, and there are no rules or complicated instructions—just endless possibilities.

One of the best things about setting up play sessions with PLAY-DOH compound is that there aren't any small parts, batteries, or complicated instructions to deal with. Children get to focus on creating right away! It's inspiring for parents and kids alike.

Your kids have had a great time playing and creating with PLAY-DOH modeling compound, and now they're done. How do you clean up? It's easy. Engage your child in the cleanup – it’s part of the fun! Tell them to find all the blue pieces first and put them in the blue can. Sing the "Clean-up, Clean-up, Everybody Clean-up" song as you do it.

Quit whining. It's your turn.

Zany Mama said...

SRH-
Word.

Mom-
Are you in the pay of Hasbro? I mean, why else would you give us Play-Doh in the first place? Now you're quoting from their website? Bad. Just bad.

babysitter in a previous life said...

... perhaps 'mom' has been sniffin the play-dough ...

Zany Mama said...

baby sitter-
That would explain the Play-Doh and so much else in my life...