Recently Joe made a volcano for Alex out of several colors of Play-Doh. It was sitting on the dining room table and a bit had broken off the edge, and I was rolling it around in my hand, intrigued by the swirling of the colors. Like most things in life, eventually I tired of it and tossed the little bean-sized bit of Play-Doh aside.
Fast-forward about 10 minutes, when I sit down at my laptop, also at the dining room table, with some dry roasted peanuts. While pouring some out to eat, a few missed the marked and scattered onto the table. Deftly, I scooped them up and tossed them back...mmmm...salty peanuty goodness.
Or so I thought.
Let me just say for the record that Play-Doh is edible, but as a snack food, it leaves a lot to be desired. Blech.