The other night I was cooking dinner and Mr. R. was entertaining the Pip. He pulled out the play-doh in hopes something new and fun would distract Pip long enough for him to post a few comments for grad school. I thought Pip would be ALL OVER the play doh, but instead she slowly and diligently tore off small bits of play doh rolling it in between her fingers and placing it into random piles on her high chair tray. I can happily report that these play-doh piles kept her busy for 20 minutes. And dinner was on the table in record time without any little hands stealing wooden spoon and opening the fridge 1,000 times. Play-doh you just might become a dinner time staple.