S’mores Vs. Smores


 We had a nice family night.  We had a little bonfire, and made s’mores. It was a nice change of pace. 

Carson enjoyed watching the marshmallows burn and fall into the fire, but he refused to eat any of them once they touched a skewer. He would eat them raw though. Is that what you call them? Raw? A raw marshmallow? I don’t know. Anyway, he was quite the little pyro, he wanted to watch everything burn. Paper plates, empty boxes, leaves, ANYTHING that he could think of. 

Camila was just in her own little world kicking her little feet, and every time her legs swung back she would kick her cup making the most horrendous noise from her cup scraping the patio. No cares were given from her. Calvin and I cringed every time. She loved the s’mores, but she had to drop everything a total of 3 times JUST so she could wash her hands. I totally get it, I can’t stand sticky either. 

Calvin of course was Mr. Selfless as usual. He made sure everyone had a s’more before he even thought about making one for himself. He’s always so thoughtful.

Is it smore or s’more? Autocorrect changed it to s’more the first time and now it’s not, so I’m a little bit confused. Is it kind of like gray and grey they are both correct, it just depends what you prefer? I don’t know, I’m thinking way too hard about this. Consider me perplexed.

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