One Sunday Morning...

All of us and Peyton had her Preschool open house to meet her teacher Miss Liz and see her new classroom. Peyton went to the playdoh table and her teacher started to explain that it was all homemade playdoh so in case one child tries to eat it, it won't hurt them which brought me to a memory of mom...

One Sunday morning I got really ambitious and had a ton of energy to get the idea to make hot pink playdoh for Peyton. It was on the stove cooking looking hot pink and mom walks in to visit Peyton and have coffee (I'll miss those mornings)....

Mom: What is that?

Me: Playdoh. I found a recipe online and thought it would be safer for Peyton.

Mom: It looks really yummy! Can I have a spoon?

Me: *raised eyebrows* Mom, it has 5 CUPS of SALT!

Mom: Yeah I know....Can I get a spoon please?

So I give her a spoon. She takes one HUGE scoop, blows on it a little bit and puts it in her mouth...

She immediately runs to the bathroom and starts spitting it out as I hear her cussing me out and asking me why in the world I (Yeah that's right, ME) would EVER let her do such a thing.

My response? "Mom you asked for a spoon"