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Well, now we know. White play-dough is extremely hard to come by. True story.
I started hunting for it at the beginning of December. Turns out no one sells individual cans of white (it only comes in multi-color sets). White isn't available in big class-sized tubs. Even off-brands and too-stiff-for-toddler-hands modeling clay aren't available in just white, and definitely not for kiddo-playtime pricing.
We contemplated lots crazy scenarios where we buy random color assortments, open them, switch out the colors until we have twelve whites, and return the ones we don't need (all in multiple transactions of course; with sales and coupons we couldn't do it all at once, that would be too easy! after all, white play-dough was clearly sent forth into the world to challenge us). I even contemplated total defiance and came close to buying lavender and sending that instead (another preschool teacher talked me down from the lavender ledge, it seems they would need to talk about the snow or something, and it should be white, follow the rules, blah blah blah).
So it seemed our only option was to pay like five bucks a can to buy it from someone on ebay or amazon (sellers who clearly knew they could make a killing off the poor schmuck parents who signed up to bring twelve servings of play-dough to their children's preschool classrooms at the beginning of January).
We could make the play-dough.
Here's the thing: we're not really a make the play-dough kind of family. I don't like crafts. Crafts really are not fun (you know it's true). Also, I find homemade play-dough kind of smelly and gross. Also, in pretty much any color you could hope for, you can buy it for less than a dollar a can. Why would someone make it?
Because someone's husband signed up for white, that's why.
But because someone's husband is apparently craftier than someone, or apparently tired of the month-long hunt to buy it, someone's husband generously offered to make a classroom-sized batch of white play-dough. How awesome* is someone's husband after all?
I did some googling, bought a few ingredients, and Mark and Nathan got to work. And you know what? The play-dough turned out awesome.
Twelve perfect little tubs for the kiddos in Nathan's class.
When I dropped him off at school the next day, his teacher gushed and expressed appreciation for the effort of homemade play-dough (does she live under a rock? does she think we had a choice? does she not understand the dearth of pre-manufactured white play-dough in our society??), and I handed it over with a smile.
At which time Nathan proclaimed (loudly and with a smile), Daddy made it!!
I guess I had that coming.
*Also on that same day, Mark single-handedly boxed up every Christmas decoration in the house and dragged the (long since dead) tree to the curb, made his own dinner without making me feel like a housewife failure, and folded and put away almost two weeks' worth of laundry. Dad of the year what. (And it's only January.)