Marshmallow Night

We are enjoying our 'for real' wood fireplace, and we decided one night we needed to roast some marshmallows from the comfort of our very own living room. Clark was very excited until he saw that the outside of the marshmallows turn brown and kinda crunchy. He wasn't a huge fan, until we crammed one down his throat and then he converted! After the three of us were full of marshmallows, we were getting Clark ready for bed, and didn't notice sly little Andrew. All of the sudden, I looked over at him standing next to the couch, and his cheeks were HUGE and some white dribble was coming out of his mouth. He had found the marshmallow bag on the couch and helped himself. It will suffice to say that he IS a fan.