My Dad makes sculptures, and he is doing one of a boy, so he has been sculpting my hands. He calls it mold making, but it's not mouldy.
Here I am in his studio, with a box on my hand, to hold all the goo in.
Daddy is slopping all that goo in on my hand, it's a bit cold and it smells minty. (It's dental alginate - Leo's Mum)
When the goo dries it does change colour, and stops slopping everywhere.
Getting my hand out was tricky, there was some air in there and when we pulled it out it made a funny fart sound!
Then Daddy pours plaster into the mold and gets a sculpture. These are all the hands that Dad has made from my hands. When I was little he did my foot, and it's so tiny! We should do my sister's feet too.