After the wii escapade (they have yet to beat my wii wake boarding high score) I realized that I should probably get them dinner, because that's what adults do. They feed kids. But feeding the kids means heating up hot dogs or chicken nuggets in the microwave. And I always feel guilty doing that because it feels like I'm feeding them poison (thank you JSF). Not only is it meat, but it's the ground up rejections of already disgusting "food". Plus, that means I have to make my own dinner, which is a huge stretch on my domestic capacities.
So in a moment of inspiration I said, "hey guys, let's have milkshakes for dinner!"
Not surprisingly, they agreed wholeheartedly with my choice of dinner. So we pulled out the industrial strength Hamilton Beach milkshake maker, the milk, the oreos, and of corse the ice cream. We had our oreo milkshakes in our big milkshake mugs.