I have this total love/hate relationship with the stuff. My kids adore it, and I think I'd rather unload multiple loads of dishes (my most distastful domestic chore) than clean up after a Play-Doh disaster hits. I do make my little darlings clean up when they are done, but even with their best efforts, I have plenty of job security. Let's face it, 2 and 4 year olds cannot come near returning ground zero, formerly known as the kitchen table, to it's original state after a disaster of that magnitude strikes. It takes me a good half an hour to clean it all off all the accessories, scrub it off the table, and vacuume all the tiny bits off the floor, and that doesn't even include washing the ground in Play-Doh laundry. But my one concession to the squishy, crumbly mess is that it entertains my kids better than "Nemo". And that's saying something.
When Z turned three, my parents were in the area visiting my mom's family and their favorite grandchildren. I was silently horrified when my mom left the task of picking out Z's present to my dad, who enthusiastically (deviously?) presented my just-turned-three year old with this...

Of course Z thought it was the greatest thing in the world. And now that the girls are approaching three years of age themselves, they are right in the middle of the Play-Doh action. It's killing me because there are three of them, and at least one of them suggests playing with it every other day or so. And that's how things got ugly...

There are no longer 20 different cans of Play-Doh in 20 different colors. The following is my entry for The World's Most Disgusting Play-Doh.
The kids ask, "Mommy, can we play with Play-Doh?"
"Sure. What color do you want?"
"The purple one."
"Ok, Darling. Here you go!"
"Ew, Mommy! I don't want that Play-Doh!"

"I'm sorry, Baby. That's what's in the purple can."
"Can I have the pink one?"
"Ok."

"That's icky."
"I know, but that's all we have."
That's what's in all the cans... with some gross looking variations. The kids love making "worms" with the Play-Doh "Fun Factory", but with the colors we have, their creations come out looking more like...
Spaghetti that got lost in the back of the fridge six months ago...

Intestinal parasites anyone?

And, um... yea...

Once they get past how ugly the colors are, they still have fun with the "gross Play-Doh", and can entertain themselves with it for a good hour. And hey, it keeps them busy enough to give me plenty of time to unload the dishwasher.