Play dough

I liked play-dough when I was little. I enjoyed the texture, the shapes I could design, and the objects that I could somehow form with my little, unrefined fingers.

My mom rarely let us play with play-dough, and I never understood why. Was she trying to stifle our creativity; to save us from a penniless existence as a sculptor; or perhaps she didn't understand different forms of emotional expression?

But now, as an adult, after becoming a mom, after looking at my kitchen floor after an hour of play-dough time, I think I now understand why.