44/52: Play-Doh Fetish
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
There’s no such thing as a quiet game of Play-Doh in our house.
While their Papa lay exhausted from babysitting, our three little monsters climbed, pranced, ate Play-Doh, dressed-up and had a ball.
I may be disappointed to be home, but they’re loving it.