Last night was art night at the Secret Dad household. While the kids tried their hands at finger painting, I rummaged through the old paint box and pulled out some acrylic paints and some blank canvas boards. I wound up turning an ordinary finger painting session with the kids into a nightlong affair. My inspiration actually goes back a few weeks, when I had first learned that Hostess Brands was going bankrupt. I checked at every local gas station and grocery store to see if any Twinkies remained. Alas, it turned out that I was too late, because no matter where I looked, there were no more Twinkies  to be had. I actually hadn’t eaten any Twinkies myself in years, but I felt that I owed it to my children, so they could someday recount to children of their own how they tasted the most famous and coveted pastry item in history. All of this is, for some reason, the first thing that came to mind as I stared at my blank canvases. By the time my work was done, the kids had been asleep for a few hours, and would awake bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the next morning to examine the finished pieces. When my wife asked what I would be doing with them (basically implying that they would NOT be hanging in our home), I explained that I was going to entrust them with a deserving friend. I just had yet to figure out who the lucky friend would be. My daughter suggested that I sell them at a yard sale, but because December yard sales in the northeast are about as popular as calls from telemarketers, I instead opted to open an Etsy store and try my luck there. The ultimate Twinkie mega-fan is bound to be out there somewhere, tirelessly searching for an acrylic Twinkie trilogy, and I know that somehow, some way, fate will bring us together. Our proceeds will go towards purchasing more craft supplies, of course. Although, if we were really business savvy, we could assuredly fetch much more for my son’s abstract art… Or perhaps even my daughter’s horse and froggy, lost, in an enchanted forest of cloud-hands…