Playdough Playdate

This past winter, after a 5 day bout with The Stomach Virus From Hell, I brought the Salad into the bathroom for a little craft project.  Some of them still looked a bit peckish and I wanted them close to the toilet, should the need arise.  So I covered the floors in plastic bags, lined up bottles of dye and told them to have at some white shirts.  When they were through, we had some dye left over.  I lined the bottles up on the desk, next to our computer, in the preschool room.  There they have stayed for the last 8 months.  Out in the open.  Exposed to the Salad.  And yet, by some miracle, they haven't been touched.  No mysterious magenta stains have shown up.  No little hands covered in green dye.  Thanks, Salad.  You guys are the best.

Ok.  Back to my story.  Last week, I decided I was tempting fate leaving them there much longer and invited our playgroup over for a tie dye party.  The weather has been glorious and I thought we'd do it on the lawn.  But of course Wednesday rolled around and it rained, so I had to make some quick changes.  4 different types of homemade playdough.  I printed out the recipes and Grammy pre-measured the ingredients.  We plopped down at the kitchen table, put a tray of ingredients and a mixing bowl in front of a group of 3 kids and told them to go to town.  It kept them happy and occupied for 30 minutes.  But it was not pretty.  In fact, it was down right ugly.  Though it smelled amazing, as one of the recipes called for 3.5 cups of peanut butter. 

In retrospect, indoor tie dye may have been less messy.  Oh well . . . hindsight and all.