Play-Doh, I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down

Loving his play-doh fun factory!

When we were making our Christmas list for Daniel, we had a fit of nostalgia and decided that he needed the play-doh fun factory and a crap-ton of extra play-doh to go with it.  They arrived well before Christmas thanks to Santa Amazon.  We wrapped them and placed them under the tree.  Since we have a lot of family Christmases in a short period of time as well as Santa’s gifts, we usually end up waiting a while to let Daniel open the gifts from us.  Last weekend, he finally opened his last gift, a gift that happened to be the fun factory and the extra play-doh.

Although the fun factory wasn’t how my creaky brain remembered it from my childhood, it is still pretty cool.  You can cut “material” that then drops onto the moving conveyor belt.  The conveyor belt takes the play-doh through the extruder, which allows you to stamp various candies or toys on it.  From there, it journeys down the belt.  Just like product in a real manufacturing facility,  you can strip off the excess play-doh from the mold and re-use it.

Of course I was in manufacturing heaven.  The day we set it up, I told Daniel about production, production volume, scrap and quality control.  We were a factory making candy for Halloween.  That first day, Daniel played the fun factory for 3 hours straight and has played with it every night since.  He’s even neglected his trains!!

You’re probably thinking, “That’s awesome!  What’s she complaining about now?”

I don’t know if you’re like me, but I think about doing arts and crafts, and a haze descends over my brain, and I think about how fun it will be to sprinkle glitter, use glue, shave crayons, get out paints, etc.  I picture us engaged in an educational, heart-warming crafting moment and sigh at the exquisite beauty of the scene.  Mother and child, crafting. Creating exquisite ornaments or seasonally-appropriate art.  How wonderful.

How messy.  Then reality crashes in, and I remember my extreme hatred of glitter.  How it’s never possible to clean up all of the damn stuff.  The paper around crayons that I have to remove or else it triggers my paper/trash phobia.  The finger paints that make their way from the paper onto the walls and furniture as the young artist decides his art knows no boundaries, emulating Pollock with drips and drabbles.

And play-doh.  Dear God, play-doh.  I played with play-doh happily in my childhood, but I almost want to throw up at the sight of it now.  The can of biscuits smell when it slurps out of the can and drops on the table. The slight disgust at how it resembles the can like cranberry sauce does.  The squishing is therapeutic, but that smell gets on my hands, and little bits of it seem to end up everywhere: on the floor, on socks, on toys, everywhere.

Daniel also loves to combine colors, mashing them into edgy, dark colors seen only in hipster makeup lines at Sephora.  I like red to be red and blue to be blue, but Daniel mashes them together until they are a color never intended in nature.  The combined colors really bother me. Maybe the recipe for play-doh has changed too because the colors seem to mix weirdly.

Daniel won’t let us clean up the play-doh until after he goes to bed (we’ll work on that), so cleaning up play-doh and its detritus is one of the last tasks we have for the night.  I look at the kitchen table and the floor underneath, and I see bits of play-doh and it’s disgusting.  I know I’ll be finding play-doh for days, ranging in texture from oddly moist to a little dry to a little crispy to dry and brittle.  I’m cringing just writing that.

And you’re probably thinking what a bitch I am to complain about a toy that is educational AND fun and that Daniel obviously loves.  Yes, I am being bitchy.  After all, I just cleaned off the kitchen table, home base for the play-doh “candy factory” as I simultaneously tried not to inhale the distinctive play-doh smell and gag.

Don’t worry.  We aren’t hiding the fun factory just yet.  I am happy he loves the toy and playing with play-doh, but I admit that I curse a little under my breath every time he pulls it out.

What’s your least favorite toy?

 

 

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6 comments

  1. Again, I realize how lucky we are. Abby will only play with one color at a time. So far.

    Her grandparents got her this helicopter a year and a half ago or so. You know how talking toys will taunt you when you first set them down, tempting you to return to play? That helicopter had Four. Freaking. Taunts. That went on and on and on long after it had been abandoned as boring. Of course she loved it, but when she was done, she was DONE. No amount of taunting was going to work, but oh, it tried. And if you dared forget to turn it off, a cat walking by was enough to set it off again. In the middle of the night. Call us bad parents, but eventually, we hid it. Never to be seen again. 🙂

  2. This is why play-dough is an “outside toy” at our house. I got a cheap vinyl tablecloth, put it on the table on the deck, and let them have at it. I hate color mixing too, but I just have to ignore it. Stephanie has a good recipe for play-dough that is simple and doesn’t smell like the store-bought stuff… I will get it from her and pass it along. 🙂 The dentist set has been a huge hit at our house. I always coveted it (we never had it growing up), and it was just as awesome as I remembered.

    I hate (DESPISE!) the Whack-a-Mole game. We have it because Maeve’s OT said it is good for helping with visual tracking, but it is so loud and the sound of the whacking drives me crazy.

  3. Did you know there have been extensive studies that the smell of playdoh can increase test scores of college students? Apparently it relaxes them and brings them back to their youth.

    I’m sure if they did the same test on moms, the would not only fail the tests, but light them on fire while running around saying ‘What color is that?????????’

    Or something.

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