Grandma Betty and Grandpa Bob came for a visit a few weeks ago, following their sojourn through the Netherlands. A highlight? Memorial Day bonfire with THE bonfire queen.
Though it wasn't on Lake Michigan, in her backyard, she was still happy as a toasted marshmallow.
Will was there to facilitate.
(But admittedly, I micromanaged his fire-making. Shocker.)
And yeah,
Maizey was there. Lu was snoozing.
In true Breclaw form, Maizey got a serious s'more-prep lesson.
(With a Grandma twist - sampling ALLOWED!)
This was followed by a serious roasting lesson...
"Rotate and concentrate..."
(Evidence as to why I am such a freak-a-zoid about my bonfire/s'more making...)
But not too serious...
YAY!
Followed by the sweet, sweet reward...
Even Kip got some...
And then, a fireside chat...
Oh what a night...
p.s. Yes, our roasting sticks were actually repurposed snow plow markers. Betty has since replaced with proper metal, forked, extendable units.
p.p.s. I was there too...
