Stove S'mores

Once we've finished up a nice 6 mile hike around G.P. and gotten all of our mundane errands done for the day/week/month/forever, a mother and child can be hard pressed on things to do. Park? Done. Movies? Seen 'em. Books? Read 'em. Candy Land? Played it. Chores? Yawn.

 Fire up the ol' gas stove and make some single mama s'mores. I am bummed that I just now thought of this little late night snack. I could have been a lot heavier this whole time! Darn it. Now I'll have to shove all of the fun into the last few days of living with a gas range. Better get to work.

 This was seconds before Alden claimed that I was his best friend. Marshmallows will do that to a kid.