In Training:

Prepare yourself.

My husband has never made a s'more or, for that matter, tasted a s'more! In all his life camping, serving in the Armed Forces and knowing me... he's never gone through the rite of passage that should only ever be described as Ham describes it to Smalls in The Sandlot:

"Okay, pay attention. First, you take the graham. You stick the chocolate on the graham. Then, you roast the mallow. When the mallow's flaming then you stick it on the chocolate. Then you cover it with the other end. Then you stuff it."

Sigh. Memories.

I think I might officially be old.

But back to the point: I've excitedly scarfed down more s'mores than I'd like to admit and he's not had a one! This had to be remedied! And oh baby was it:

We got way too many supplies and ate waaay too many s'mores but it was worth it. They're actually the first food that we cooked over a flame in our new backyard - which makes it that much better.

It may be a little thing, but I'm glad I got to share this moment with him.

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Also of note, this sign is awesome:

Who's with me!?