The rain was gone, and the kids wanted s’mores.
“No way,” I called back on the drive home. “Wood’s wet.”
“S’mores, s’mores, s’mores,” came the raucous call from the backseat.
Pulling in the drive I said, “go in. Get ready. I’ll start the fire.” I winked at my wife. There was a little dry kindling hid back. Maybe I could get something going. She smiled back.
They cheered. Then I did my Big Bad Wolf impression, huffing and puffing until a tendril of smoke burst to flame. Extremely proud, I called up to the house.
“Quiet. You’ll wake the kids.”
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