For the past two days when we get home from work and daycare, my older son comes in the house and says "I pway Pay-doh Mommy." How could I say no to that?! The first night, against my better judgement, I pulled out two containers of Play-doh and sat on the floor. What happened after that surprised me. He didn't throw a fit! We made a mess, but we also made memories! This may look like a mess, but this Play-doh represents more than that. It's him learning and exploring. It's problem solving as he learns how to take the lid off, and carefully scrape the dough out of the container. It's him learning colors and how to match. It's him using his imagination and seeing something in the lumps and clumps that my adult mind doesn't see anymore. It's him sitting in my lap and focusing on something that isn't electronic. It's him saying "I did it Mommy!" with pride. It's me letting dinner sit a little longer before we eat. It's me...