Squeeze. Roll into a long string. Make a big donut. Cut into little pieces.
repeat.
repeat.
repeat.
Put it away.
Exciting stuff.
Do it again, with a different color.
Ad nauseam.
The girl has grown out of this phase.
He will too.
Kids are fickle.
Maybe tomorrow,
no warning.
So many things I thought we’d play again.
The day was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Squeezing play dough all afternoon.
When he was exactly 1,109 days old.
Leaving a warm memory and a blog poem.