She got her first taste of s'mores last night.
Here's a glimpse:
Trying to figure out what's sticky.
Not sure about this yet.
Wetting her whistle!
"Is that mine, too, Mom?"
Licking it works best if you just want the chocolate. And she does.
"Hey, don't tell all of my secrets, Mom!"
"I'll get it somehow!"
Getting desperate, I think.
I'm still envious of those lashes.
"Really, Mom. Get over it."
"Wait, you mean my brothers get some too?"
"It's all right. But they're not gettin' mine!"
(Yes, she knows that word pretty well now.)
And just a word of warning -
You too may turn into a wild woman overnight if you eat too many s'mores!
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