Casting Comfort

Yesterday at school, one of my kindergartners got a finger squished in a cabinet door. It hurt ---and she cried big tears. Eventually, while cuddling her on my lap, I asked if she would like something cold to put on it. She said she would. I opened my tiny refrigerator to find few options. Then my eyes fell on a large margarine tub full of home-made playdough. I took out a small lump  of the very soft, very cold dough and carefully molded it around the poor finger. I said, "There! You have a pink cast." She was immediately comforted and proud to show all her friends her "cast".