Oh, how I hate these words, especially when I'm trying to recuperate from a nasty wisdom tooth extraction. My brain cells are maxed out at the moment dealing with pain so I was not prepared when those infamous words came out of my five-year-old's mouth. Honestly, I thought about crying. But, then I remembered I have a little tub of small playdoh containers of various colors.
I decided to completely abandon my usually strict rule of keeping all the colors separate and told the girls to see how many crazy colors they could come up with by mixing two to three colors together in varying amounts. It worked. I got some time to curl up on the couch and the girls were happily mixing colors. Thank you playdoh.