This is part of our evolving (slow) maturity as parents. Not the naked part. The Play Doh. We just hated the mess and cleaning up all the little bitty parts of Play Doh that seemed to collect in every crevice in the floor. So we would always balk at letting them play with it. Then one day we said Whiskey Tango Foxtrot and just let 'em go at it with the colourful clay... and they loved it. It was kind of all they would do for a few days which was very cool (if you account for the guilt I felt for depriving them of this all this time).
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