Well, as I was attempting to start some backyard roasting for the boys, Gus came home from work and questioned the location of the fire-pit on the lawn. Hmmm, never occurred to me that I could start a fire, but good timing Gus (aka Captain Safety).
So that’s when we relocated to the driveway. I am from Placer County, after all. : )
The s’mores were a hit but also a disaster of stickiness which Bo was not at all digging. Why are my kids the MESSIEST, MESSIEST kiddos on the planet, but they can’t stand messy fingers? Go figure.
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