We spent today playing outside with friends. It was such a perfect morning, we postponed breaking for lunch until late. That meant that none of us were very hungry once we finally got home and dinner time rolled around. I knew there was one lone chocolate bar I’d hidden in the back of the freezer, so I talked Kyle into an ultra-healthy dinner of s’mores.
Tea, who has been requesting a campfire for months, was beyond thrilled. He spent an hour carrying more wood than we could burn in a month over to the fire. Tea knows I don’t generally choose supremely sticky activities. Between bites of marshmallow that threatened to glue his mouth shut, he said, “Thank you for this messy idea!”
One of the best things about an autumn campfire is that the boys thought they were getting the treat of a late bedtime because they were enjoying the fire in the dark. I’m not in a huge hurry to teach them to tell time – they were still tucked into bed by7pm, smelling smokey, sticky smiles on their faces.