Today I decided to introduce Play-doh to Brady. I thought that it would be fun and something new!
So, I brought his little table and chair in to the kitchen - I did not want to do it on a carpeted area! - took out a little ball of orange play-doh and I began to mush it with my fingers while explaining to him that this is a toy.
I broke the ball in half, gave half of it to him, and told him to try and mush it like Mommy was mushing it. So, he took the half circle of play-doh and began to put it in his mouth! I quickly said, "NO! It is not a snack!" and he started to cry! Poor little guy! He must have thought that it was a new food to eat! I asked him if he wanted a hug, he said yes, so I hugged him and explained that this was a toy, not a snack - and he said "ok". I asked him if he wanted to sit on mommy's lap and try to play with it again, and he said yes.
So, I started to show Brady how you can make the play-doh in to little balls. So, he took a little ball of play-doh, and put it in his mouth! I again said, "no!", the tears started, I got the doh out of his mouth, and gave him hugs.
It was a good first attempt, and we will try again tomorrow. Maybe I will be sure that he has a little snack first! :)
2 comments:
I have to tell you that as a child, I ate play doh. Not in large quantities, mind you, but I did eat it. It smells like food, so I totally understand Brady's confusion.
That's so funny. We became a play doh free house when I was preggers with LadyBug - I could NOT stomach the smell. After a couple "re-introduction attempts" I couldn't even stand the texture. Even now, the sight of those bright yellow tubs makes me slightly queasy.
Sadly, my gang has been largely deprived at home of that childhood pleasure. Now they go to my Li'l Sis's house. She's already considered way cooler than me, so I figure she can deal with the fuss!
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