The kids had been begging to make smores
I think the preparations
were a bit more than they bargained for.
We had to scrounge high and low
for wire hangers to use as marshmallow roasting sticks
(no woods around these parts)
had to exterminate a house of bees.
They had found a cozy place to reside beneath the grate of the pit.
It was a windy night so we had a bit more smoke than fire,
but smores were made...
and our mission accomplished!
Our hair smelled of campfire for days...
even after a good scrubbing...
p.s. for those of you who have teenagers...
Does this above picture (of my teenager) look familiar to you?
Do you feel the cell phone
is an appendage that at times is in need of amputation???