Clay, playdough and all things that squish.
I am known for making a mess, a big, all over the table and floor mess. In my defense, I will say that I do clean up my mess when I am done. I like mess and the messier the better. A little water, and cornstarch , some salt, flour, oil and cream of tartar and I am happy as dog with a bone. I wouldn’t say I crave sensory experiences but I try to indulge in them as often as I can.
I don’t get squeemish around these type of activities, rather I jump right in and get involved in them, all the way up to my elbows. So when my youngest says “yuck, change me or clean me,” after barely touching said activity, I have to wonder “who is this child?” Two year olds seem to have forgotten how much they enjoyed mushing spaghetti in their hair, and how peas were once a fine art form. I know this could be part of her personality, and she might not like all things that squish, but I am hoping that she will develop the part of every child that finds messy to be irresistable.
Posted on February 26th, 2007 by karen
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