Play doh

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Originally uploaded by super rachel zana.

Play doh has been the staple afternoon activity at my house. Hours have been spent twisting, rolling, smashing, poking and mushing things together. The creations have been magnifient, imaginative in ways only akin to a three year old. I watch my resident sculptor at work as I wash the dishes and am amazed at her lack of inhibition. When presented with the same kind of tools as she, I would personally come up with something so much duller. If given giraffe legs, I'd make a giraffe. If an elephant nose were placed in front of me, I'd be liable to conjure up an elephant, not the magificient wild creatures my daughter creates. She shows me each one, beaming with pride, and I'd hate to miss seeing any of them before they are disassembled, squished, and turned into something else.