It's Monday. That means it's Pinterest Monday. The day where I extol the praises of actually doing some Pinterest projects, not just "pinning" them in a sort of "this is a great idea and someday I think this would be fabulous to do with the kids" sort of way. Because before you know it, those kids will be 28 years old and may just be no longer interested in the cool hot dogs you can make for them. Trust me. It could will happen.
In fact, I was front and center to this weird "the kids actually grow-up phenomenon" this past weekend. The same day that I did the project below, I also made a ginger-bread house with The Kids. Last time I checked, all four of those children were participants in the Rent-A-Kid program. All four love the ginger-bread house every year. Ok, they have loved it the years we've actually done it, which to be honest, isn't every one of them. But they remind me every year that it's time - we need to build that house. And so this year I was on top of it. I brought it over.
We started honing our decorating skills, but it didn't take me too long to see that we were missing some one. Quaid, who is now seven (I'm sorry? Who gave him permission to grow up? Huh? I was.not.consulted.) decided that being in the other room with his daddy and RW was certainly way cooler than making a ginger-bread house with us. Well then. I'm just warning you.. it will happen to you too.
Back to Pinterest (seeing as it is, actually, Pinterest Monday). I saw the way cool idea (I know, it's not proper sentence structure) of making hot dogs with spaghetti running through them. Just to be clear, I didn't think this would be way cool for RDub and myself, but for The Kids. [cough]. I brought all the gear over to their house. "All the gear" sounds a bit overwhelming. "Gear" consisted only of hot dogs and spaghetti. Oh, and some buns in case they wanted them. I made sure The Kids were busy elsewhere, and I covertly started making my magical hot dogs.
I know. Cool, right? I threaded the noodles through and dropped them into a pot of boiling water. And then after that I stood there and told Karen what a fab meal I made the night before, but seeing as that isn't relevant to this conversation, I'll skip to the final product:
Thinking I was oh-so-clever, I cornered 6-yr-old Ava and asked her how the noodles got in the middle of the hot dog.
She excitedly and matter-of-factly said, "OH! You take the noodles when they're stiff? And poke them through the hot dog? And them cook them. That's how you do that."
So much for putting one over on her.
So thus completes another Pinterest idea project. And as for Quaid? I'm guessing I need to come up with some cooler stuff to do. Because clearly, the ginger-bread house didn't really cut it for him. Growing up is for the dogs.
