The weather around here has been simply delightful the past two days. We've been taking advantage of it by spending much of our days outside: walks, drawing with chalk, playing in the sandbox, swinging, picking cherry tomatoes, running, pulling weeds, chewing on small toys while sitting on a blanket, and sitting around a fire roasting marshmallows (obviously some of those pertain to a specific members of our family. Matt doesn't chew on small toys very often and Abbie doesn't usually pick cherry tomatoes). Anyway, I digress. This evening we decided it was the perfect night to sit outside around our fire pit and roast marshmallows. A few weeks ago, simple marketing got me at Wal*Mart when they had a display of marshmallows, Hershey's, and graham crackers all lined up. I picked up one of each and we finally were able to take advantage of our new (used) fire pit and make some s'mores tonight. Miriam had never roasted a marshmallow by herself, so she was pretty eager to get the fire going and start roasting.
After her first s'more was almost done, Matt asked, "Miriam, do you want another s'more?"
To which she replied, "s'more of what?"
"No, another s'more."
"But s'more of what?"
To which I replied, "you're killin' me, Smalls."