It’s great stuff. Kids love it, it’s inexpensive and it promotes creativity. There are so many reasons to like it.
I hate it. I try not to feel that way, but as it gets broken into tiny pieces, tracked all over my kitchen and into the carpet, my stress levels go through the roof. I am not a good play-doh mom.
It’s all about location.
Play-doh is now an outdoor only activity at our house. It’s a win-win arrangement. They get to play with it all they want and I don’t find it all over my house.
They’re happy. I’m happy.
Why didn’t I figure this out years ago?