S'Mores

Sunday night, in the middle of the coldest "winter" we have experienced thus far, I had the bright idea of doing a family s'more night. Dan went to the store to collect the supplies and after dinner we bundled up and headed out to the......grill. That's right my Northern readers. This is how we do it in Florida. We put our children as close as possible to a propane tank, roast marshmallows over the side burner, and melt the chocolate on some foil with the help of a fish basket. We are classy, we can't help it.

Riley enjoyed the "mushrooms", or marshmallows as most people call it, but not so much the roasted ones. She even sat on my lap, curled up in a blanket for all of 2.3 minutes. It was nice.

Dan of course, had a game-plan as always. He grilled while I supervised our unruly child by the flames. She also found it quite delightful to take my Rachel Ray spatula and use it as a scraping tool on the patio floor. Again, classy.

While it was great "family time" and I am so glad we dd it, we did learn some important lessons along the way:

1. Do not bathe your child before s'more time. It's sticky and marshmallows in fine hair are not so fun to clean out.
2. Send the hubby out to begin the s'more assembly ahead of time. There was too much time between the snacks and hence, the spatula incident. Family time - shmamily time.
3. Buy a fire pit.