Monday, July 14, 2008
My daughters remember last year when we rented a cabin in Maine and we roasted marshmallows over an open fire (they also remember the bull moose hitting our car but that is another story).
On Friday, my older daughter's camp roasted s'mores on an open fire as one of their Free Friday activities. She ran out of time and was unable to make any. As we drove home I promised her that we would roast marshmallows this past weekend.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon and us in our local grocery store buying the last portable grill and some charcoal along with the fixings for S'mores. We went home and Lucy and her Daddy assembled the grill. The girls then proceeded to each eat half a bag of marshmallows. Ah - summer memories - when your parents let you dance outside while eating sugar on a stick.
Of course - that could be why the older one didn't feel well this morning & I sent her to camp anyway and she wound up having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and the camp director called and said I had to go and pick her up early...maybe, perhaps...