Barbie & preschool circa 1950 Mom's letters

Breathes there a mama so baffled, so beset upon as the mama of a lonesome preschooler?  I think not.  For the mama of said lonesome pre-schoolers cannot knead a dough, beat a batter, wash a clothe, dampen ironing or toil at any other such task without great gobs of chatty hindering help from the lonesome little one.  And patient as the mama may be about being helped and even though she reads “Porky Pig” aloud fifty times a day, the child is still not content and would much prefer it were Saturday and Big Brother or Sister were pushing the pre-schoolers head into a mud puddle.  And, besides always the mama knows that some day soon there will be that icy plunge into grade One and better mama’s apron strings be loosened beforehand.   
Which leads up to the fact that five of the beset upon mamas of lonesome pre-schoolers are doing something about the situation.  We decided to hold a play school four days a week at one another’s home.  

The kids love the Play School and crabby is the kid who gets a bad cold and has to miss a few days.  They get a variety of active play, mid morning cocoa, story time, sometimes records and/or singing, followed by cutting out or plasticine, the latter being very popular.  They leave for home by 11:30.  Little Dinah Armstrong calls it Plasticine School; our Barbie, after her first day or so, said Play School was fun but when were we going to put on a play?  Must have thought it a Junior Little Theatre.