June 20th, 2008 This past winter I was quite proud of myself when I bought a plastic storage container in which to keep our tubs of Play-Doh along with their accessories. At long last. Play-doh. Contained.
It worked rather nicely for the winter months. Of course, when the little guys were through playing, there were always bits of Play-Doh on the table and the floor, and of course the brilliant colors always wound
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June 7th, 2008 Gabrielle is the mommy and Raphael is the daddy. Three or four plastic babies are nestled in various corners of a house made up of pillows, blankies, an old sweatshirt, and a jumprope. There are bibs and bottles and pots of tea. There are matchbox cars and a barking stuffed dog.
Daddy swings a plastic hammer dangerously close to Mommy’s head and shouts, “I smashing! I smashing real hard!”
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