Ava loves to play with Play Doh. Some mornings she wakes up and it’s the first thing she wants to do. We can coax her into doing different things for us with the promise of a Play Doh session if she complies.
I’m glad she’s into Play Doh. I’d forgotten all about it before Ava got her first kit, complete with four containers of the clay and a bunch of items for cutting, pressing, and rolling it out. When we sit down together at her little table to begin a molding session, I always ask her what I should make. This last time it was a dog. With a ball. A big dog with a big ball. Oh, and a small dog. With a small ball.
All right. I admit it. I’m no Michelangelo. But Ava doesn’t know that. Yet.
