I was home alone with the kiddos last night while Hubby was at his last class of the semester. Will was watching "Max and Ruby" while I was feeding the baby. The episode featured the bunnies going on a "campout" and making s'mores. Will adores campouts (which consist of setting up the sofa bed and having a breakfast "campout" in our house) and someday would probably love to sleep in a tent. Tonight, he asked if we could make s'mores. So, being a s'mores lover myself, I decided to indulge him. Normally he has a rainbow cookie before bed, tonight I would make him a special little treat of a s'more.
Since I've mentioned that I'm alone with the boys, there obviously won't be a fire involved. Roasted marshmallows for s'mores are infinitely better than microwaved ones, but it's just not gonna work tonight. I've perfected the microwaved s'more over the year, the trick is to walk that fine line between squishy melted marshmallow and tire rubber. S'mores made, I poured us each some milk and we had a seat at the kitchen table, anticipating divine goodness.
Will chooses one, picks it up and squishes the two graham crackers together. Marshmallow oozes between the layers, and he gives the concoction a look of disdain. "Ugh....that's sticky. Ewwww." I encourage him to take a bite, and hegives the cracker the tiniest nibble I've ever seen. Then he drops the entire s'more onto the paper plate and declares that he'd rather have a rainbow cookie instead. Huh???
Sometimes, if I hadn't been there to witness his birth, I'd wonder if he was my kid. :)
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