So the kids and I made a late trip to Walmart for a few items while Jason was on his way home from work tonight. It never fails that the kids ask for something while we are at the store. Actually, I would think something was seriously wrong if they didn't. Tonight Lauren couldn't resist the big bag of fluffy white jet puffed marshmallows on the end cap. She came running after me (because it wouldn't be a trip to the grocery store if the kids actually stayed by your side like you ask them to) to see if we could roast marshmallows. I caved. I usually do on at least one item them ask for (sorry honey). Nathan, who also came running up from some other isle in the store, asked "is that when we burn them up and then eat them?" Classic. Even the lady standing with me in the isle laughed. So after dinner, for FHE night we incorporated a thought on patience as we burned up marshmallows over the grill. Now that is my type of camping. Roasting marshmallows over something that only took 30 seconds to get started and being only 2 feet away from a warm couch and cold diet coke.
2 comments:
Nancy~ I found your blog from Linda's...Is Nathan your oldest son? He looks a lot like a Dellastatious...I love it! It is great to see you are doing well. Your kids are so cute!
Definitely the Dellastatious genes,your daughter looks so much like you..
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