A classic example of mommy anthropomorphism

When we play with Play-Doh, David usually doesn’t ever really form the dough “things”, he just smashes and drops it on the ground and asks me to flatten long pieces into roads for his cars. Meanwhile, his sister constantly tries to sneak tastes the Play-Doh even though, after every time she manages a bit in her mouth, she makes a yucky face and sticks out her tongue. Then instantly does it again.

Usually I give David his toy tools and he uses his drill and plastic hammer to make holes and pound nails into the Play-Doh.

This is maybe his first ever Play-Doh creation. It’s a snowman, he told me.

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Looking at that snowman, I feel totally and completely like a mom. Because, have you ever seen a more beautiful snowman? I have not. It is so perfect. I even thought, for a half a second, about letting it dry out and keeping it forever. On my nightstand.

But then I regained some sense and decided to take a picture instead.

As I raised the camera, David explained, “Mommy, this snowman has sad eyes.”

“Why are his eyes sad?” I asked.

“Because he is exhausted. He doesn’t have any energy.”

And then I was even more impressed. Not only did my son make a snowman, he made perhaps the only snowman his mother could ever relate to. The exhausted, no-energy, lumpy, sort-of-falling-apart-if-it-weren’t-for-that-bolt snowman.

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1 Comment

  1. Carley December 21, 2014

    I may have laughed out loud…twice during this post. My husband even asked to make sure I was ok. “The exhausted, no-energy, lumpy, sort-of-falling-apart-if-it-weren’t-for-that-bolt snowman.” Thank goodness for that bolt! Thanks for sharing!


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