I love play doh, I really do, except when I hate it with the fire of a thousand suns. So let’s just say it’s your basic love-hate relationship and learn to live with that.
Why do I love play-doh? Simple:
- It can keep my 2 year old busy for almost an hour of tantrum-free fun which is basically like finding the Holy Grail of parenting. An hour to do what I want without having a toddler clamped onto my leg demanding attention? Hell yes!
- It’s actually quite good at helping mommy manage all that stress as well. Who needs a stress ball when there’s always a lump of play doh within reach? Squishing that little lump of brightly colored dough is surprisingly effective as a stress relief tool.
- Play dates are a little easier with play doh around because it’s the one toy that there actually is 3 (or 4 or 5) of. You know that moment during a play date when every toddler wants to play with the exact same toy? You know it’s going to happen sooner or later, so having play doh on hand to diffuse the situation is always a good idea.
Play doh isn’t all rainbows and butterflies though, it can also be the bane of your existence because:
- It. Gets. Everywhere. One session with the stuff and you’re finding bits of it all over the house from the kitchen to the bedroom to the insides of your shoes.
- Have you ever tried to scratch dried play doh out of a carpet? Yeah, not a fun way to spend an afternoon.
- Kids are perpetually dirty creatures, that is a fact of life. Toys and sheets and furniture can be washed or wiped down but play doh? That stuff can get disgusting in a hurry if you’re not careful. Have fun trying to explain to a 2 year old that you threw out her favorite shade of play doh because she got crushed crackers mixed up in it..