I made 5 batches of homemade playdough yesterday. I haven't made it in a long time. Paul made some last week for a school project--he had to made a model of a brain. It looked pretty wrinkly. I wonder if it shriveled as it dried? I didn't take a picture of it. He doesn't like having his picture taken when he's not running. At least by me anyway (I've seen countless weird pictures of him on his fb page so apparently he doesn't mind it when his friends take pictures of him).
Back to the playdough I made. I even added food coloring. I made pink, yellow, blue, green, and purple. I made it for an activity in seminary. The teenagers each picked one or two scripture mastery verses and had to sculpt them out of playdough. Then the class had to guess which verse it was.
I haven't seen little kids enjoy playdough like these "big" kids did. I think they would have rolled in it if I had made enough of it.
With the exception of one kid, they all took their playdough with them to school. One kid said, "I'm going to be playing with this all day."
Later he told his friend who is the other class: "We got to play with playdough in class today. It was the best day ever." And then he high-fived me.
Homemade playdough: for the best day ever.