This afternoon we made play dough.
The kids thought it smelled funny.
I thought making it was therapeutic.
It must be getting close to bread making season.
It's funny when my kids see me pick up the camera, which is often.
They want me to take a photo of every creation.
Tess helped me make a salty pineapple.
Now that heart is being used on every play dough sculpture.
The flour on the floor just needs to by wiped up. But why would I wipe that up now when there are bits of play dough falling on the floor as I type. I didn't bother taking a photo of that because I'm sure you can imagine.
I think I will save the sweeping for after everyone is in bed. That way the kitchen will stay clean all night while we sleep.