It was another gorgeous evening here in North Dakota. Perfect temperature, no breeze. In our family that means roasting marshmallows in the fire pit in our driveway. If you drive through our neighborhood on any given summer night you will see many fires.
Before you say it, yes that is Braxton on his bicycle (minus shirt and shoes) sitting entirely too close to the fire. I’m not sure how that happened actually. Just pretend you don’t notice that.
Flaming marshmallows in our house are for fun not food. The boys don’t like to eat them that way but they always seem to “accidentally” let them burn. Win, win situation that way-you get to watch one burn and then get to roast another to eat.
This is what cut the evening short. Braxton dropped an ooey gooey marshmallow on the ground and Max beat everyone to it. To say he loved it would be an understatement. To say he was a huge mess would be an even bigger understatement.
Y’all come visit. We’ll save some firewood.