Standing at the check-out lane at the North St. Paul Target store. My age is in the single digits, my attention focused intently on the impulse-purchase items. They all look so good -- how do they know to put all those toys at my height, anyway? I spot the small containers of Play-Doh and the Silly Putty eggs. They'd be so fun. I can smell the Play-Doh through the container, and I envision flattening the Silly Putty on the kitchen table with my palm...
OK, snap out of it!
So did I leave the store with either toy? I don't recall, but it's that vivid image of small Play-Doh containers stocked on Target-red shelving that I remember.
That memory came back to me the other day as Anni and I were trying to keep Elise from eating the Play-Doh that we let her play with for the first time.
Is she too young for Play-Doh? Nah, so long as you make sure she doesn't assume it's dessert.
She actually had a pretty good time picking it up, crushing it, rolling it and trying to get it off her fingertips.
And, yes, I smelled the stuff to see if it's changed. It hasn't.
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