Faillure to Communicate

Blynken and Nod came over Saturday and Sunday (usually they come on Friday, too, but not this weekend). They have used up all our storebought plastic Play-Dough, so I made some on the stove- it's the main reason (some say the only reason) to have white flour in the house.

I mixed up a batch (using a recipe from Scribble Cookies) on the stove while the little boys played hide-n-seek in the dark upstairs with the FYB.

When I finished the playdough, I called the little boys to the table and told them I'd made some new playdough. Nod didn't know what I was talking about, he just wanted to play, so he started in right away. Blynken was amazed, and a little disbelieving. "How can you make play-dough?" he wanted to know. "What's in it?"

I started listing the ingredients and steps:
"You make play dough with flour, salt, water, oil, and cream of tartar," I said.

"And play-dough," Blynken added.

"No," I tried again. "I didn't have any play dough and I wanted you to have some to play with, so I mixed the flour, salt, water, oil, and cream of tartar in a pan on the stove until it got hot and then-"

"And then you added the play-dough," he said.

"No, I didn't add any play-dough. All those ingredients turned into play-dough."

"Hmmmm," he said skeptically. "That sounds weird. So when did you add the play-dough?"

Yeah, so I totally missed the boat and should have had him come down and make play-dough with me instead of playing hide-n-seek with the other boys. We didn't have time to make another batch, but next time...

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