Discovery: Flubber


[Disclaimer: The following few sentences lack proper sentence structure and punctuation.  Deal with it.]
Have you ever been going about your merry life, thinking, "this can't get any better," when something comes out of nowhere to improve it, and you're thinking "You, thing, existed in the same universe and it's only now that we have crossed paths???  I can't believe I lived without you!  Do you realize how deprived I was before you came into my life?"

It's like your first bite of chocolate.
It's like riding facing forward in your carseat for the first few weeks.  Wow, the world does exist!
It's like learning to crawl.
It's like taking your first bite of a chocolate chip cookie.
It's like figuring out the right way to go down stairs.
It's like finally getting the guts to sit down in the bathtub.
It's like losing my Corvette outside somewhere only to discover my long-lost Porsche underneath the stove.

And...drum roll...............(haven't done that in forever)

It's PLAY-DOH! 

I can't believe that Mom didn't buy me this stuff sooner.  Oh gosh, this stuff takes the cake (and the chocolate).  Sure, I do an initial taste-test, just to make sure it's the real mcoyster.   Don't get all concerned.  It's non-toxic, and it's not like I'm devouring it.  Plus, it's "Made in China," and we all know what that means.  If I eat a ton of it, I'll end up with some strange flu. Yeah, so, after I test it, I get my tractors digging and my racecars driving.  I could sit for hours and play with my play doh.  I know where Mom keeps the stash too.  So, when I want to play with it, I just bring in my gray tractor (designated play doh developer), point to the place she keeps the play doh, and done!  She puts me in my high chair and gives me the play doh.  I only have two colors right now, but I'm pretty sure that I can talk Mom and Dad into getting me some more. 

Ludendorff keeps trying to get me to sneak him some of the Play Doh.  Apparently, he thinks he can convert it into something more sophisticated -- flubber.  I'm not really keen on sharing this stuff with him.  He should just go out and buy his own. 

Oh yeah, don't tell Dad about losing the Corvette.  That really did happen today.  I have no idea where it went.  When Mom realized, she just said, "Oh well, it was burnt orange, anyway. Ugly color!"



 

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