When it is s'more time, the boy starts off the festivities by ripping open a bag of marshmellows.
I gave the Girl a little training session...
.... and then she was off on her own.
The sweet taste of a perfectly roasted marshmellow. Most of it got in her mouth, the rest was swabbed up with a wet rag.
A fun evening for all!
You do remember your kids' names, don't you?
ReplyDeleteKid's names are not disclosed for security reasons.
ReplyDeleteHonestly, Anonymous, go be snarky somewhere else.
ReplyDeleteSee, I knew there was a great reason to have an indoor fireplace! Energy efficiency doesn't make great s'mores the way a nice bed of coals in a fireplace can. :-)