Silas loves play dough. He gets much more into it than Jonah or Benjamin ever did. He usually wants to play with it at least once a day.
Most of the time he's in his high chair, limiting the range of the bits and pieces that get scattered. But sometimes he likes to play on the floor.
And then, not thinking, I leave him alone for a few minutes. (Or twenty.) And he combines all the play dough colors into one giant mess.
And then steps on it.
Repeatedly.
To make it smoosh out flat.
Into the tile caulking forever.