The reduced-fat Hebrew National kind, though - I'm nothing if not health-conscious.
The 3 youngest eat hotdogs with ketchup instead of mustard. Now, if God had meant for us to eat hotdogs with ketchup, he wouldn't have given us tastebuds. I can't even watch them eat like that; it makes me sick. This is what happens when a Jew marries a goy - the children grow up confused.
And, yes, that's all I've got tonight. I'm pretty worn out, what with all the microwaving I had to do for dinner tonight.
[Hotdog image: CatholicConvert.com]