As a kid I remember the Summer days camping and ending the evenings around the fire. A lot of times it was sitting there, listening, some talking, but relaxing into the night. But it also meant pudgie pies and s'mores.
I remember sitting around the open bonfire, toasting marshmallows or having flaming torches then squishing all that yumminess out between graham crackers as the chocolate began to melt. We went through countless chocolate bars and bags of marshmallows each Summer.
While visiting my parents, they asked if my son would enjoy a s'more. My response, I don't know, as he hadn't had one, let alone a marshmallow yet. He enjoyed it, sort of. Not as much as I thought, but it was also shortly after dinner. And at the point he had a s'more made for him, he had already eaten a plain marshmallow.
Down the road, I am guessing that this will be something he will enjoy again. I want to fill the Summer with sitting around the fire pit and sticky fingers and faces from eating s'mores. 100 Days of Summer is listening to the fire crackle and toasting a marshmallow or two.