Play dough has been a big hit around here lately. Monkey has finally reached the age where he does not immediatly stuff it into his mouth, and Monster's imagination has really taken off in the last six months so he does more than just squish it.
The boys were helping me clean it up one afternoon when I got distracted by the new puppy, and Monster decided to keep playing instead of cleaning. This is the conversation I overheard:
One lump of dough, shaped by a spoon and slightly resembling ice cream, said to the other lump of dough "I love you."
"I love you too" the other lump replied.
"You look small" the first lump retored.
"Don't worry, I will get bigger" the second explained (this is much more funny in person because Monster says "don't worry" in this adorable little voice, like he can fix the world for you in any circumstance. We get a "don't worry" a lot when we tell him no, and he has an idea on how to compromise.)
"Where is my baby sister?" The first lump says. The lumps start looking around, Monster forms a third and forth ball of dough. "There is my baby sister!"
Monster loads the four lumps (not sure who the fourth is...) into a bowl and takes them to the play kitchen.
"Let's go in the cooker and cook!" the lump family says. He inserts them in the oven and starts to sing about cooking.
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Right about here is where Monkey picks up the dog's empty water bowl, places it on his head and runs, with just enough hop in his get-up that the dog pan bump-bump-bump's on his head with every other step, making a ping-ping-ping noise.
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Monsters dough family finishes baking and he takes them out.
"Now let's get you all cleaned up!" at which point he "washed" the lumps in his play sink and ran back to the table.
Most of the rest of the conversation was mumbled random words, but I did over hear more about a baby sister and then one lump ask the other "Are you a baby daddy?" and the other lump replied "Nope." Thinking there was some confusion of names there...
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And at this point the play dough adventure is interrupted by Monkey standing in the middle of the table, holding onto the chandelier and screaming "DING-DONG, DING-DONG" and, of course, I had to go pull him down. Monster decided it might be fun to try and in the yelling/screaming/upset mommy parade that followed, play dough was forgotten.
