Well 5 hours later we all gathered at the dock and started collecting sticks, wood and anything else deemed flammable. That was a good project for about 10 minutes. Then the litany of requests for marshmallows started. So the good moms that we are, Laura and I headed up to the house to get libations for the adults and the marshmallows for the kids. That's when we realized that this was the beginning of the Marshmallow Crisis of 2008. We riped apart every cabinet, shelf, and drawer of the kitchen searching for the bag. We checked the car. We checked the bedrooms (who knows why, we were in a panic)... all to no avail. What the hell were we going to do with 4 anxious kids and no marshmallows?
See Nate and Laura had hit the store earlier in the week to get a few things including the mallows. Unfortunately Nate wasn't taking his ADD meds and seemed to have forgotten to grab the last bag off the walmart bag trolley before leaving. Which also led to the Saffron Crisis of 2008, but that's another post all together. So what to do?
Thankfully, there were mini marshmallows in the house. You know, the ones smaller than a pencil eraser top? They were previously designated for the marshmallows gun/shooters, but we went "MacGyver" and brought them to the fire. We struggled at first to get the little suckers on the ends of sticks. Plus once you did, they roast in no time at all and the simple movement of bringing the stick up to your mouth usually made them fall to the sand immediately. However, it truly is amazing how sugar and process chemicals can easily be smashed together in your palm to make "big" marshmallows. With the crisis managed we went back to Def Con 1.
Wow, this was a long story just to show some fun campfire photos. But, hey, this is the only time I get to tell a story to adults during the day! ;-)
FYI, her mouth is full of MARSHMALLOWS and she was just playing with her milk at the time of the photo. 
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