S'mores

We gathered around the fire pit the other night for some s'more roasting. I'm pretty sure I was the only one that actually wanted to eat s'mores, but the rest were pretty good sports.

Ronin had his pajamas on, but that didn't stop him from roasting his marshmallow and bringing along his gun. (it's in his right hand)















The fire was made with the leftovers of my sisters standing mirror and some costco boxes. We don't recycle....we burn!












Cache seemed to like the marshmallows even though they were burned. He was sticky the rest of the night.














Here's dad supervising so there isn't an accident. He's ready with the water hose and his rubber boots. I think he has worn rubber boots everyday of his life. This is a regular look for him. There is Grandpa Sessions' hand crafted "Sessions" bench beside him.















Ronin enjoyed the cooking, burning and eating of the marshmallows, but after two he just started asking for the chocolate. That's my boy!