It’s that time of year again…time for s’mores.
Imagine it…a toasted marshmallow topped with melted chocolate and squished in between crunchy graham crackers. The crackle of a fire and the smell of the smoke in the air. Fireflies are starting to make their way out, sending their morse code signal to alert parents that it’s almost bed time. Soon sticky fingers and sweaty little bodies will be in the bath and bath time means bed time and bed time means the count down to a quiet house and mindless tv. Oh my. Can you think of anything better?
These little sticky fingers couldn’t wait for a fire. One and a half bars of chocolate and half a bag of marshmallows were consumed long before fire was ever hot enough to toast them. I think I’m the only one who actually waited for the fire.
Half a bag of marshmallows calls for a happy dance…
I’m not sure what this face was about. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that it was “the most boring day of his entire life” despite the fact that we went swimming and we ate watermelon at dinner and had s’mores for dessert.
I can tell…it’s going to be a good summer.
Vince Chough
NOOOOOO!!! Steph, you’re killing me! You can NOT get graham crackers NOR marshmallows here in Argentina.
p.s. How hard is it not to spell grahm or gram or grham or marshmellow… 🙂
Hugs, Kisses and Snot
hahaha. Sorry 🙂