I love PlayDoh.
I love the yellow pots, with their coloured lids. I love the way it squishes, and squeezes. I love the softness of it, and the malleability of it. I even love the slightly odd smell of it.
But most of all, I love the colours. I love the brightness, the clarity, the range.
Which is why I am a PlayDoh fascist.
Because, let's face it, your average 3-year (or indeed 19-month) old child just doesn't get it. Give them some PlayDoh and what do they do? They squish it. They mush it. They roll it around and have fun with it (damn them) and you end up with a pile of sludge-coloured goo.
And I hate sludge-coloured goo almost as much as I love PlayDoh.
Which is why, I am afraid, I am unconvinced by the PlayDoh Fun Factory they so kindly sent me a while back.
Let's get one thing straight of course. The girls loved it, especially L. (S and A weren't so keen, but then they haven't yet quite worked out that PlayDoh isn't for eating, and so tended to get cross when I took the PlayDoh off them to put in the factory.) It's basically a big PlayDoh press with a dial on the front with lots of different shaped holes in it, so that you can make lots of differently shaped tubes of PlayDoh.
It comes with a red tub and a blue tub of PlayDoh, which tuck neatly away inside it along with a spatula for scraping and cutting and poking in your sister's eye (which may not be exactly what they designed it for).
The problem? It's got lots of little nooks and crannies, where the spatula can't reach, and so however hard you (for which read "I" try) bits of blue stick and then bits of red, and then all the rest of the colours you've found in the back of the cupboard and want to play with too because it's so much fun and before you know it you're back at the sludge-coloured goo stage...
So, anyway, the verdict on the PlayDoh Fun Factory? Great for kids. Rubbish for fascists.
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