I decided today would be a good day to do a craft project with my 2 1/2 year old daughter. I hate “crafts” in general, especially any kind of craft in which I have to follow a recipe. I’m not a patient person by nature and I only follow recipes when I bake. You couldn’t pay me enough to tackle some of the Martha Stewart craft projects. Hmm let’s see, I’ll check the temperature controlled craft room for supplies to make this wonderful hanging glittery crocheted snowflake combination disco ball olive oil dispenser. 15 gauge antique copper wire? Check. Imported silver glitter from Holland? Check. White Himalayan donkey fur? Check. So I decided to make home made play dough. What a stupid idea.

The recipe looked easy enough. Flour, salt, cream of tartar, water, food coloring. As I mixed the big globby mess of crap we had to add the food coloring. I also decided to add some lavender essential oil so it would smell nice. Eww, not a good decision. My daughter thought this was so much fun at first, but when her fingers looked like she had murdered our cats with her bare hands and smelled like she had just harvested a few acres of lavender she looked at me and had clearly had enough. I couldn’t agree with her more. I wrapped the play dough up for later thinking she might be excited to play with something she helped create. Nope. She wanted the nice store bought fluorescent Play-Doh in the pretty plastic cups that smelled so good. Fine with me.