Irrational

I am a pretty rational and brave person, I think.  I love to fly on airplanes, have never turned down a roller coaster, and blood doesn't even make me flinch.  I have 3 children, for goodness sake.  But there is one thing that will put fear into my heart faster than a dog comes running when you open a pack of bologna.  As soon as I see the brightly colored top, or smell the distinct smell, I am done for.  I don't care that it can be shaped into anything, or that it can entertain a child for hours.  I don't care that it is cheap and has been around for years.  I wished the person who had invented it...well, hadn't.  

I HATE PLAYDOH!!!!   I admit it.  I would rather my children had an expresso or an entire craft store of acrylic paint.  And guess what?  Some nice grandmother-type-person gave them little tubs of play-doh on Halloween.  Why, oh why, didn't they just get another dum-dum or hershey's bar?  At least I could eat those.  But no, I now have play-doh all over my house.  I swear that stuff multiplies.  Who knew a little half ounce tub of colored clay could conjure up such emotion.   I am waiting for them to go to bed so it can mysteriously disappear.   BBBWWWAAAAA!!!