Play-Doh is always good messy fun. My OCD always kicks in when I see little pieces of orange or blue dough flying everywhere. I resist the urge of continuously vacuuming while they play as they've told me that really annoys them, apparently. Whatever.
So, this time I just took pictures of the mess. The good mess. Because this happened after breakfast and in just a few days, papa won't be here to play with us after breakfast. He'll be in school. Probably also making a good mess of his own but just with his new friends and teacher. Not us.