Do You Smell That? Ummm.

When I came inside my grandson's house, I detected a lovely aroma. He was perched on his little stool and was busy pushing doughy blobs into disc-like medallions. Yes, close scrutiny revealed that he had discovered Play-Doh. He had so much fun pushing out images of Cookie Monster and Elmo. Not too many days later, he was sitting there as neat as you please and was single-handedly pushing a blob of dough into a channel with an arm. He pushed the arm down and a perfect row of "bricks"came out of the little blue hole. He could then cut them and build, if he chose. I was amazed at how well he could do all of this by himself at 2. He played for a long time, sometimes using the device that made long spaghetti tubes. We were both so happy playing together. Well, it was because of the smell.

When I was a little girl, we got a Play-Doh Factory, almost like grandson Ty's under our Christmas tree. Open a can and it smelled heavenly. We also had the brick maker. The sturdy toy has changed little over the years. How many toys can be so creative? My sisters and I made jewelry and had a store, we made cakes and cookies for our bake shop, and we could always use cookie cutters.
In one of my pictures here, you can see Baby Bear which I made for Ty, who is going through a bear phase. He loved it. He squashed it and I made two more which met the same demise. What a fun was to use and use again. Play-Doh Factories, you rock. Did you have a factory or other related items? Are you enjoying them again with little ones?