Monday night after working all day beautifying our gardens and yard we decided it would be completely reasonable to start a fire and have s'mores for dinner. Actually the s'mores for dinner was my idea and yes you read that right...only s'mores.
Does it help that only an hour before I whipped up the girls a PB sandwich on homemade bread?
We ended up going inside around ten and we all smelled like the fire. It was intoxicating to say the least.
Piper didn't care for the crackers or marshmallows so her feast consisted of chocolate....lots of chocolate.
Notice her wet hair and pants? She was playing in the hose just moments before.
Charly kept asking me if we really were only having s'mores for dinner. I casually replied, "yes".
Charly thinking......."Who are you and what have you done with my mother?"
Before Dee and her girls arrived I handed Charly the camera to get a shot of us....I don't think she understood the whole focus WITH the flash concept. LOL
I was surprised no one complained of tummy aches that night and no one struggled at bed time. I guess this just proves my point....sometimes you just gotta have crap for dinner....SOMETIMES.
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