While Scott was on his bike camping trip to Pinchot, the girls and I opted to go visit my parents. After a yummy dinner and the girls’ carrot eating challenge, we (meaning my mom and dad) built a fire in the chimnea. Good thing, because it was chilly. And there was a breeze. And I wasn’t dressed nearly warmly enough.
While we waited for it to burn down enough to roast marshmallows on (you honestly thought we built the fire to get warm?) we sat and chatted a bit. Megan told us one knock-knock joke after another.
And Molly threw in a few of her own, too.
Finally the blessed time had arrived, and we roasted our marshmallows. Very very quickly. The chimnea gets really hot and the marshmallows cook on all sides at one time when you put them in there. They were tasty and everyone went to bed on a happy, full, slightly sugared-up tummy. They were super tired from the day outside, so after warm baths, they fell asleep very very quickly.
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