Last week the kids decided to break out the play dough. Only to discover that all we had was the tiny pink container Little M just got for Valentine's. Apparently, all of the rest had dried up.
There was no time that day, so I promised the kids we'd make play dough today (Sweet P had early release from school). It turned out to be doubly good planning because we ended up being asked to babysit the girl we carpool with.
I'm not really the best with other people's kids. It's only through a lot of time and effort (and love) that I "get" my own children. And I've yet to meet other children that are like my own. So, play dates frequently overwhelm me.
But, enter Homemade Play Dough, and I'm the Play Date Hero. Super Cool Mom.
Plus, it always brings back such fun memories (a.k.a. Joyful Moments) of making it with my mom and then mixing in the colors to the still-hot-dough with my siblings. Even the smell makes me happy.
Which is odd because it's a strange smell.
As always, it was a rip roarin' success with all of my fans.
And entertained them for a good two hours.
And it was a Joyful Moment for us all.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments that entertain for at least two hours!