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What a shock it is when your six-year-old begins to reminisce about his younger days. The other day the Maker and the Ice were in the back seat when something prompted this conversation:

Maker: Remember when Mom used to make us real play dough?
Ice: That was awesome! We had to be careful when it first came out of the pan, cause it was so hot. I liked that.
Maker: Yeah. And we did colors! Every color!
Ice: And then the food coloring would get on our hands. We had orange and pink and blue hands.
Maker: That was the coolest.

My guilt over not having done this for ages warred with my pleasure at hearing the conversation, but I got over it. Here’s the recipe, which is still written on the torn and stained sheet of hot pink notepaper that an intern (who was trying to help me survive my first Vacation Bible School) gave me circa 1994:

1 cup flour
Πcup salt
1 teaspoon cooking oil
œ teaspoon cream of tartar
1 cup water

Cook over medium heat for 5 to 6 minutes or until dough forms solid ball in pan. Knead with flour if necessary. Add food coloring and let your kids knead it in, thereby putting attractive, highly communicable dots and smudges on their hands and other related body parts.

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