Play dough in my pocket.

That is a weird feeling. I was helping Max and Little A on the bus when I noticed that Max just brought along the toy he was playing with this morning. I took it from him and put it in my pocket. I have had cars, dolls’ clothes, dolls’ body parts, marbles, chess pieces, checkers and various game cards in my pockets, but I’ve never had play dough there. It’s a really odd sensation, lumpy and soft and without a solid form. At least it wasn’t slime.

Play dough in my pocket.

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