Who Wants to Play with "Goo"?

Confession: Several months ago, Dayton's friend Susie gave him some Play-Dough for his birthday. My stress for messes got the better of me and I put the gift on a shelf where Dayton couldn't find it (I was imagining little bits of dough smashed into our pale carpet which covers our apartment). Coincidentally, the only time Dayton has ever played with Play-Dough was at Susie's house, and he really enjoyed it.

So I decided to let loose and have some fun. I pulled out the Play-Dough and cookie cutters for him while Daphne was napping yesterday (because I suspect she would have eaten a good portion had she been awake). He had fun, and I'm SO PLEASED to announce that: 1) not a single bit touched the carpet, and 2) no colors were mixed... an OCD mother's dream! He said that he wanted to "Do more goo."

He mostly watched me smash the dough,
and then chose which shape to use. After cutting, he'd take each shape and place it neatly in his line. I love this neat kid. I think we'll play with goo a little more often now.

Sidenote: Daphne was being silly during Dayton's nap yesterday. She was putting these velcro pieces of foam in her hair. Funny girl.