Quinn and i are currently at my sister and brother in law's house with their two little boys. One morning Hendrix (2 1/2) and i were playing with play dough making the usual pizzas and snakes, when he decided he wanted to make a pumpkin pie- I'm guessing it's because of his love for pumpkins, i decided I'd make an apple pie. I started with the crust and added little balls for apples and topped it off with the top crust with slits and all- looking just like a real apple pie- only about an inch in diameter, and the color of about 5 play dough colors smooshed together. Hendrix completely bored with his half made pie was looking at mine with intensity and suggested it was a real apple pie and that we should eat it. I responded by explaining how a real apple pie was made, with real apples, putting it in the oven to bake and so on. After a moment of deep thought he suggested we make a real apple pie and then we should eat that one. So off to the kitchen we went and made a real apple pie, that we really ate.
i even cut out a little apple out of the dough