I'd rather stifle my child's inner creativity than make snakes with Play Doh over & over & over & over again. I also don't like hunting it, and the lids, down around the house.
Ryan has yet to even SEE Play Doh, as Andy's lovely set has been put into a giant tin & shoved in to a backless cabinet with things that haven't been seen since we moved in, in 2006.
I have ventured into the "one crayon at a time" thing, with Ryan this last week. Seeing if he's earned back his privileges after the wall/chalk/crayon/
All was good
He ate it!!
He fucking bit the top off, chewed & said "Hmm..goo'd" as I took it from him.
He LIKED it!
I caught him attempting a nibble the other day but intercepted, maybe he grazed the plasticy, waxy crayon coating & got a taste he just had to go back for.
I strangely found myself feeling like "I know how it is buddy, to enjoy things other people dont understand"
Like, when I wanted to eat dish soap bubbles, when pregnant.
Yeah.. THAT'S normal.
Most people don't tell other people these things..
I felt a small kinship, for my kiddo, I mean, they are non toxic, right??
((I then frantically checked, yep, we're good!))
So, I started this post a week or two ago & then today I gave Andy a new pencil ( prize! )and Ryan wanted one too, they were unsharpened & decorated, why not? He isnt going to take off & poke his eye out, he can hold it & go stab his Elmo with it until he gets bored in 5 minutes & I take it away .
Nope, right to the mouth. I grabberd his hand & told him no. Twice.
Then twice more.Then I took it away.
Then he threw himself on the floor & "swam away" in his flailing fit.
Then I remembered. The house we moved out of when I was 3 years old, my sister & I had twin bed, pink flannel sheets & this lamp, that has a little bird house, with a bird that sits outside ( and is removeable!) and the inside of the house is a nightlight.
I LOVE this lamp. In fact, I refurbished it a few months ago for my kids bedroom.
I started a post about it ...hmm
So, my sister had this little plastic tin of secnted shaped erasers. Like, strawberry & grape & crap. They smelled really good.
I remember being obviously no older than 3, and sneaking out of bed at night & nubbling on the erasers.
I didnt swallow them, just nibbles.
I was apparently a total weirdo, as a kid also.
So.. I kind of felt for Ryan, but no, sorry buddy. No erasers for you.
I relate though, little guy.