It’s Monday so maybe you are a little too busy to read a whole post so let me give you the bottom line here… camping with children is dangerous.
Especially when it comes to making s’mores at the camp fire.
Have a good day!
If you’re still reading, I should probably clarify something.
When I say, “making s’mores at the camp fire,” I sort of really mean at the restaurant Cosi.
I would camp if I liked lying on the ground, not showering and if tents had bolt locks and an alarm system. But since that’s not the case, I decided to forgo the bonfire and take the Cosi route.
I thought it would be a super fun winter activity for my four children. But as 4 year-old Summer was toasting her marshmallow, it sort of caught on fire. So she threw the stick down and ran hysterically crying from the table. Because I have no desire to burn down a restaurant, I grabbed the marshmallow stick and blew it out.
Which is when it occurred to me that maybe this wasn’t a children’s activity.
This was confirmed when I heard an employee whisper very loudly under his breath, “You are supposed to be 16 if you are making s’mores.”
Well, that charming young man doesn’t think I’m a day over 15. How sweet is that! Oh. He might be talking about my kids.
And then the woman next to us, looked at me with these very sad eyes and said, “I’m just worried about the babies.”
At which point, I glanced over at Harlowe and Chase and thought, “The babies are fine – other than the fact that they are too young to participate in this chocolate, graham cracker, marshmallow magical yumminess.”
And oh my gosh – did I just get judged? At a Cosi? Oh grilled cheesus, that’s humiliating.
Fine then. I won’t let my 4 year-old handle flames. Are you happy now lady?
I prepared the rest of the s’mores and let the girls concentrate on the eating.
And just by chance, the following night we took the girls to a real bonfire to hear some Christmas carols.
It was quite a bonfire.
Even with firefighters on the ground, I felt a little nervous. Both girls were sobbing within minutes. Something about the terrifying building-size flames and flying embers.
Definitely not a s’mores night.
mama bird notes:
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Finally, this post is dedicated to Nancy Shea. Nancy was a faithful reader of my blog and a truly sweet woman. She will be missed by me and many others. xo