An Ode to Play Doh
Oh Play Doh, how I love you!
I love the feeling of your freshness,
When I open your new can.
Your soft and supple form,
So pliable in my hands.
As you entertain my children,
I dote upon you, friend.
For giving me an hour’s repose,
While they play again and again.
I’d like to sing your praises,
With more poetry and prose.
But, “Alas!” my infatuation ends,
When my daughter shoves you up her nose.
by Karen Liu, copyright 3.06.2008
Yes, it’s true. My two year-old started to cry. I ran over and she pointed to her nose. Upon inspection, I noticed bright pink Play Doh up one nostril. Needless to say, we took a trip to the doctor’s office, but all ended well. Apparently she cried so much she snorted it up and swallowed it. So nothing stuck in the nose. Good-bye Play Doh. You are hereby banned from my home.
Maybe that is the reason that we aren’t suppose to have play doh in the nursery. I always assumed it was because it stuck to the floor!!! I am glad that she is doing better and that no harm was done.
better playdoh than plastic beads of a necklace. lol.
I know; I thought of that as I rushed her to the doctor’s. Just like her Aunt Di. And then later I also remembered when the Boo shoved red berries up his nose when he was 2. What is with kids and the fascination with shoving things up their noses? Now he says, “We don’t put things up our noses. Just our fingers.”