Friday night, we made indoor s'mores. That may not be a big deal to many, but to my kids, it was a deal indeed. We're not particularly outdoorsy people, so Gracie and Bub had never made s'mores before. It is because we're not particluarly outdoorsy people that we opted for indoor s'mores as opposed to in-the-bitter-cold-huddled-together-over-a-smoky-campfire s'mores, as many prefer. (Now, if only I could figure out how to make a telescoping marshmallow roasting stick so I could roast from the comfort of the couch...)
In addition to the whole not being outdoorsy thing, our household mantra is "Don't put things in the fireplace!" When that changed to an encouragement of putting metal sticks and marshmallows in the fireplace, the children were beside themselves with glee. They were so excited, they were actually nice to one another (but only long enough for a photo op).
Oh the GLEE!
Bub made more s'mores than anyone could eat
so he could have an excuse to keep putting things in the fire.
Should I be afraid?
That looked like lots of fun!