Well, I learned this weekend that I’m really territorial about how to build a proper camp fire. I just…I have no idea why, I just am. Of all the goofball things to get bent out of shape over! Clearly I need help because you should have seen me and my nephew arguing about whether the Log Cabin or the Y was better for S’mores. Sheesh, maybe I needed more sleep.
Friday night we went to Birmingham to watch my nephew run track and it was a late, albeit fun, night. Saturday we went to the lake and the country and enjoyed the signs of Spring.
On a side note, can I just say that my Mom is WAY more patient whilst teaching him to drive than she was with me! I’m telling you that woman was like a saint with him. I questioned her on it and she said it’s because ‘he doesn’t role his eyes at me.’
Can you believe that? Me? Roll my eyes…Clearly dementia is setting in because I was angelic as a teenager. Uh huh, angelic. Ahem…moving right along.
When my nephew Haden, the one who is wrong about the proper way to build a S’mores fire, got to the country he immediately started working. That’s just the kind of kid he is. Super encouraging and super hard working. Even as a toddler, if I was working on a project he’d stand beside me and say ‘Good job, Aunt Paula!’
By fished, I mean I untangled lines while they wondered why the fish weren’t biting.
It was perfect weather for a fire.
I need four layers for my S’mores. Graham Cracker, chocolate, charred layer, marshmallow, and the other graham cracker. Hmm, okay, so that’s five layers. Math ain’t my strong suit.
Haden had quite the system rigged up:
He sat and leisurely watched over it while the marshmallow got nice and gooey. Here he is probably thinking big teenager thoughts about life, and the future, and when he can eat more Doritos because, ya know, teenagers.
He’s probably also thinking ‘See, my Y fire worked out perfectly. I told that crazy old woman it would.’
Touche, Haden, touche.