Smore's are a big deal for my kids. Even though they have ice cream for dessert more times than I'll admit in a week, there is something about smore's that gets them excited.
For Camryn it's probably the unlimited amount of chocolate and incredible mess that goes with it.
But for Dylan it's definitely the marshmallows. I don't even think he has ever eating a smore. He takes pride in roasting the perfect marshmallow. From a little boys perspective, what could be better than eating off a stick and playing with fire without getting in trouble!
His love for marshmallows reminds of a story when he was younger. It
was the middle of winter and I thought making rice crispy treats woul
d be a fun project for us. I knew I had bought a new bag of marshmallows for hot chocolate, so when I couldn't find 
them I was a bit confused. Talking to myself and not really expecting an anwser, I asked: "Dylan, where did those marshmallows go?"To which he replied: "They're all gone. Every morning while you and dad are asleep, I come down and take one."
Surprised and humored I said: "You do, do you?"
And he said: "But just ONE a day!"
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