Steve gave me a volcano stove for Christmas which was such a thrill. Well, we finally started a successful fire (the secret is lint) and had us a good old fashioned marshmallow roast. Sure I was a crazy person hollering at the kids to stay back and hollering at Steve to not let them fall in, but otherwise a fun, sticky, yummy night.
M told me to take a picture while she struck a pose.
Notice D in the background.
He took his marshmallow holding job seriously.
No one else was allowed to touch the bag.
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