He would play with me for hours. Stretch me into all kind of shapes.
Twist and turn me one way, then another.
When he was done, he’d mold me two-handed,
and pour me back into my egg.
so many years since
childhood
for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday -Lighten up a bit! (pubtended by lillian)
The Pub is open! Come join us!
I never thought to use it as a press. Thanks, lillian! 🙂
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I have never heard of silly putty before… but I do remember playing with putty and that was a lot of fun (until all the colors came together as one brown strange lump)
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LOL! I remember that happening to me, too! Thanks, Bjorn! 🙂
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Thank you, Merril! 🙂
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Ah, the “Slinky!” I could never get it to go down those stairs as well as they did in the commericals. LOL!
Thanks, Glenn! 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Great minds think alike, right? When I saw that the word was “silly,” I couldn’t resist.
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Sometimes the simplest is the best. When our son was a toddler, he’d care more about the cardboard box that held the toy than the toy itself! LOL
Thanks! 🙂
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🙂
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They do! Crayola bought them out. Amazon sells it (of course), and I’m sure it’s available wherever toys are sold.
Thanks! 🙂
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Happy to suprise. When I heard the word was “silly,” the Puddy came to mind. Then I thought, “Why not another persona piece?”
Thanks, Sarah! 🙂
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