Today was get the groceries day. Good timing for M to tell me that he’d never had a s’more.
Despite the season, we found plenty of marshmallows (for hot cocoa?). So, I made a whole bunch on a cookie sheet under the broiler (Graham cracker under the mallow) then presented the sweets to the family.
K found the stickies distressing, tried to clean the mallow off with a paper towel, then tried to flap the towel off while it bungie bounced off her hand.
DH gave K a bath right away. And what did M think of the s’more?
Here are his left overs.
Addendum: At breakfast, he took it apart to mine the chocolate.
hahaha…Last summer, while upstate with my family we learned that DH had never had a s’more either. His leftover was about the same size as your son’s. It was just too sweet for him.
Did you take him to the swimming spot with the rock you slide down by your Aunt’s cottage?
I made my s’more with dark chocolate – it was some better. Maybe you need to have hiked, built your own fire and be really hungry and tired for it to taste right.