My grandsons love to play with playdoh. Genuine excitement shines in their eyes as I pry the lid off of a new can. The colors are beautiful…the smell divine. I am over fifty, and I still remember tasting playdoh as a child. Who hasn’t, and who doesn’t remember it’s strange, salty flavor. Hmmm…might be a hit as a bottled fragrance.
I enjoy watching the boys create shapes and letters. Their creations are happy: smiley faces, letters of L O V (love.) Every now and then “Nanny” plays with the playdoh too, and comes up with a strange looking green elephant for the playdoh zoo. The older I get the more I am sure, I must find the time to PLAY.
And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.