Attack of the Killer Turkeys

Tomorrow is the last day of my daughter's tutoring group. As much as both of us love the group I am ready for the break. This is not a typical homeschool co-op group. It is not all touchy-feely do your own thing when you feel like it sort of group. This is a hard core, toe the line, or else sort of group. The kind of group that makes you think you may be the worst parent in the history of the world. They all feed their kids balanced organic food (locally grown of course--but only when their own garden is unable to grow something-say kumquats or low fat buffalo burgers)without any preservatives or red dye #3. They do messy art projects, sew their own clothes (that could be sold in high end department stores) and experiment with lasers, radioactive materials and basic surgery. They speak 3 languages, including Latin and have been doing Calculus since infancy. They read Aristotle in Greek.

Of course I exaggerate. Radioactive materials are restricted.

Seriously, though, these kids (and their VERY dedicated moms!) are amazing. I am not sure how or why they let us join although I suspect it falls under the heading of "charitable works for the less organized."

I mention all this only to illustrate why the house was in an uproar tonight. Tomorrow is our end semester party and thus we must bring in a treat.

No ordinary treat will do. It must be tasty, healthy, and amazingly creative. Not that they expect such, (well, ok, they probably do) but because then I will be able to say, "See! Sure we still have trouble conjugating our verbs and yes! we do occasionally forget that V says W in Latin, but darn it all we are amazing cooks! That is what takes up all our time!"

In order to have time for THE PROJECT we had cold cereal for breakfast and eggs for dinner. I also told the kids if they mentioned that to ANYONE Christmas was canceled this year! Once the day's cooking was over D2 and I went to work.

Rather than waiting for my muse to speak, (my muse being mostly mute) I did what any super-mom does and googled cute party ideas. I found this.

Cute, and easy enough for D2 to assemble.

There were just a few problems.

I forgot to get Whoppers, and peanut-butter cups. Also the frosting was tinted blue.

But no problem I found some Hershey Kisses and figured we could adapt a bit. In the end, there were candy wrappers scattered across the kitchen, streaks of blue frosting on the chairs, table, and the cat. One Oreo had been mushed under foot and then tracked around. I found candy corn in my fake flower centerpiece.

I think the Turkey won this round. The turkeys fought the good fight though.

I plan on telling the other moms that this is no big deal, just the final project on our in depth study of Picasso and abstract art.

Don't judge me.

The best part is that a room full of kids raised on organic carob and quinoa is going to be fed Oreos, candy corn, Kisses and frosting from a can! Oh yes, and blue # 2. It's ok, I am still CPR certified when they go into sugar arrest.