I spent half an hour sitting at the kitchen table with my son. Why? I gave him a shoelace and a couple handfuls of rigatoni, intending for him to string them together. Well, he wasn't real keen on that, but lining up the noodles, trying to stack the noodles, and counting the noodles all were great fun. And the best part was that since the baby fell asleep in my lap after nursing, I didn't even feel bad for just sitting there with him while ignoring the dirty dishes and not fixing dinner.