Have I ever told you how much I despise toy shopping? Well, I do. It’s just so overwhelming and everything makes some sort of annoying noise. Some of Courben’s toys were seeming a bit babyish, so we were on the hunt. After two stores and several aisles, we settled on play-doh. Thankfully, once we found a proper play-doh playing location, Mr. C seemed quite content with his new pastime. He spent a good twenty minutes squishing, rolling, dropping, cutting, and almost eating the dough. I guess now I need those ever-so-popular-make-your-own-play-doh recipes. I especially like the ones that have a scent since normal play-doh has a rather icky odor.