This has got to become a family tradition. For one, I lllloooovvvve smores, and so do the kids. Second, there is nothing like a nice warm fire when the air is cool and crisp. Third, every boy needs to know how to build a fire. Fourth, I love smores. Oh, and it's good family time. It was, however, a dangerous time. Monkey's method of roasting a marshmellow was to catch it on fire as fast as he could and then fling it to either my face or Super Daddy's face so that we may blow it our for him. It's amazing that we both walked away without burns on our facing or bodies.
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