I was reminded yesterday of how much I HATE play-doh. The kids decided they wanted to drag out all the play doh they own and attempt to sculpt things. They spent hours making flowers, food, and other random creations. I'm just thankful that Dilma (one of our workers) took on the task of "helping" (aka: watching them) them with it. Even with her supervision we ended up with play-doh ground into the carpet. They had play-doh in their hair, on their clothes, and ALL over the playroom. Katty even managed to get it in her ear. I shudder just thinking of having to the gooey stuff.