Today, I bought some Play-Doh mini-tools.

[conuly]

It comes with a small amount of Play-Doh. We don't need it, though, as we're perfectly capable of making play dough ourselves (and paste!).

I opened the Play-Doh mini-scissors to see if I could take them out and use them apart from the container (answer: no), and, because it was already open, took out the Play-Doh itself.

*sniff*

Ahhh... the scent of childhood. This brings back so many memories! Like the time I ate a bite of my Play-Doh (it smelled so, so good!) and gagged because it was wretched and salty and icky, like tears and failure and disappointment.

I think this revelation might explain a lot about me. What, I'm not sure.

Comments

[lizziey.livejournal.com]

connie-call me. want to talk to you about Topher, go read my journal,PRONTO.

[the-lady-aurora.livejournal.com]

The smell of Play-Doh reminds me of childhood too. It seemed to me to have the same smell as marzipan. Never tried to eat it though.

[lizziey.livejournal.com]

connie-call me. want to talk to you about Topher, go read my journal,PRONTO.

[the-lady-aurora.livejournal.com]

The smell of Play-Doh reminds me of childhood too. It seemed to me to have the same smell as marzipan. Never tried to eat it though.