I burned the first round of hotdogs after a brief distraction of boys throwing sand at each other. The second round turned out much better.
Then I sat at the picnic table and told stories to Orion about aliens living at the zoo. It made him giggle so I snapped pictures of him. He told me “No Mommy, Aliens don’t live at the zoo…they live in hotdogs”. He might be right! What are in those things anyway?