With Amy in the hospital and heading for surgery, Grandma and Aunt Caitlin were not with us for the Friday night festivities. So our evening was perhaps a bit more somber than in years past. Those of us that were there headed straight to a sugar coma.
Charlotte was pretty cute, going after the mini marshmallows and chocolate in the s'mores mix. Well, I thought it was cute, but I'm the aunt. I don't have to deal with the melt down and mess later.
Emma doesn't actually like to cook her marshmallow. She kinda-sorta barely warms it over the fire and calls it good.