newbuzz...I had the opportunity to make playdough cookies with a three year old boy and a five year old girl. I have not enjoyed playdough since my own girls were young, almost ten years ago. It hasn't changed much. The colors are brighter and the gadgets are different. But basically, it's the same old thing. Roll it, pinch it, squash it, cut it, pretend to eat it, and start all over. The smell of playdough evokes a warm fuzzy feeling at the same time it brings out the serious artist in me. I spent many happy hours in my own youth sculpting various replicas of household items, bakery goods, animals, and people faces. My all time favorite is the spaghetti pumper where you can make piles of strings which can then be arranged, cut, or smashed. Playdough play hasn't changed much over the last 40 years. The play value of playdough has survived video games, cell phones, computers, Facebook, the iPod, and adulthood. For this, I am thankful.