Marshmellow Monologue

On the way home from preschool, Brody asked if we could get some marshmellows. The conversation wentsomething like this:

"Mommy, can we get some marshmellows?"

"Sure, honey. Do you want to roast some?"

"Yes. But first daddy needs to get some blue fire from the stove and put it on a plate. Then he needs to take the plate outside and put it on the ground and get lots of logs to make a big, huge fire."

There was more talk of marshmellow size and who gets what, but this was too endearing to keep to myself.