I haven’t bought any Play-Doh in years, but I’m very excited about this 50th Anniversary pack, with 50 different colors. Remember how hard it could be to get just the right color?
Actually, I used to be pretty good with Play-doh. I have told this story before but it’s worth telling again because of the Miracle:
When my son was around two years old, I had to watch the O.J. Simpson trial every day, just like everyone else who had a TV. While it was on, my son and I worked with Play-Doh on the tray of his high-chair. I remember making a little Marcia Clark figure and a little O.J. too. One day I was just absent-mindedly squishing some Play-Doh when I looked down and to my surprise, this is what I had made:
As you can see, it’s a familiar image! I had to think for a moment to place it, but I know that you will recognize it at once as a portion of The Starry Night, by Vincent van Gogh.
This is known as The Play-Doh Miracle, and it will be on file at the Vatican when I am formally declared a Saint.