Well, I decided to try a little activity that I found in Family Fun magazine. It’s a recipe called “squid dogs.” I took one look at it and knew we could do it at our house. I re-named it Octodogs because we’re studying Octopuses this week.
I am not the kind of lady who feeds her kids hot dogs–I don’t even own a microwave–I had to specifically buy some for this activity, but I thought it was worth it. Even got the really expensive hot dogs because the things freak me out (see also: Katy needs hot dog therapy). So you take a hot dog, cut it up, and then stick spaghetti noodles through the sections. Four noodles per hot dog piece and that will mean eight legs sticking out the sides. Octodogs I tell you.
So, I make the octodogs, show them to Charlie and then put them on his tray to explore. The doorbell rings, it’s his OT, I go to let her in.
MEANWHILE Charlie picks up an entire Ocotodog, puts it in his mouth, chews like three times an then attempts to swallow.
Cue coughing/choking kid as professional enters the room.
Not long after that we decided to turn Octodogs into an activity about using your fork. Cut those suckers up pronto–poor things, never saw it coming.
Parenting–it ain’t for the faint of heart.