10 October 2010

A place for everything...

and everything in its place.  At least, that was the way it used to be back in the day when each play dough color had its own jar.

And then I had kids.
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9 comments:

Rachel S. said...

I love that you're admitting that you had playdough BEFORE you had kids!

Lam said...

You ever notice how Miss Shelley's play dough table is occupied by all moms and not a single child? Case closed. :)

Ivan Chan Studio said...

That color mixing with Play-Doh would have driven me nuts (at any age).

And the fact that he's cutting the dough with something that looks breakable is making me wince! Although I'm sure it wasn't going to break and cut him--it's the special effects that get me! :)

Lam said...

Well, that's just it. If it were Play Doh and had to go back into its little color-specific jar, I would be going nuts. But it's homemade play dough that's fun to cook and cheap too. So it's not a big deal if they want to explore color theory by mixing together 2 different colors to see what comes up.

The breakable-looking glass flute is an awesome plastic toy from Ikea. They have the best play kitchen supplies there!

Ivan Chan Studio said...

Yeah, homemade means there's more of it, can't ruin or waste, really!

I thought that was an IKEA toy!

I cut my hand seriously on glass as a child (and broke a plastic fork and cut myself on that, too)--totally my trauma. :) To this day I'm uneasy around glass and clear plastic stuff like cups--much prefer ceramic where I can see broken pieces and more durable!

Lam said...

Ha! Once, when I was around 7, I had glass noodles (you know, the fat clear kind). I threw up--having nothing to do with the food and everything to do with my illness at the time. I still get queasy around glass noodles! Trauma (and food aversions) are quick to condition and oh so slow to extinguish!

Ivan Chan Studio said...

I get barfy around oxtail soup.

Other food things that make me queasy, but that I've never thrown up from are eating oranges after garlicky food or eating salad after cooked food. I just find the taste nauseating.

Even now I carry ginger chews with me if I accidentally mix some nauseating flavor in my mouth.

Okay, why am I laughing?

Lam said...

Because when you vomit, the WORLD laughs. Pure comedy, my friend, pure comedy.

Ivan Chan Studio said...

I know I started laughing in the restroom when I barfed during therapy!