I know I keep spelling s'mores wrong, it's on purpose. If you have ever seen Toy Story then you will know what I am talking about. It's basically a Buzz Light Year joke that, well, umm, basically I'm the only one that still says and giggles. Yeah, I'm a dork.
This past Christmas I got Coach a fire pit . Basically because I had no idea what to get him and since he doesn't like to ever, ever, ever tell anyone what he wants for Christmas this is what he got!
We had a free night over the holidays and decided to make some s'mores with the fellas. It was cool. The boys loved it! I didn't have any skinny tree branches for the boys to hold so we just used some metal skewers that had heat resistant handles. Worked perfectly.
The boys had a big time trying to heat their marshmallows. Then they tried to eat a s'more, got bored and tried to catch the marshmallows on fire. No, wait, that was me. I don't remember it taking so long for the candy bar to melt on the graham in my younger days.
I would like to make a little side note here and call out the Coach. You see I don't get to say it too often, but, since I know I was right this time I will call him on it. I told you so!
Let me set the scene for you. Coach had gone outside to chop the firewood for the fire pit with his brand new axe. (The look in Coach's eye when he says this too me was crazy dangerous.) So I said to him, "don't you need to wear goggles or something?" With a mad scientist laugh, while he's walking out the door he says something back to me like, "don't worry, I got this." This of course means for me to call 911 and put them on hold until Coach starts screaming.
Well a few minutes later the boys decide they are going outside too. As I let them out the door I asked Coach if it was too dangerous for them to go outside. With a puzzled look he says to me, "what do you mean by that?" "Oh, nothing." I murmur as I go back inside to get the goodies for the s'mores.
Maybe it was three minutes or less when Jackson comes back inside and says very calmly almost nonchalantly "daddy needs a paper towel." Sure, what for Jackson. "Uh, he said he has a small drop of blood on his nose that he needs to wipe off." (He says this while making a tiny size with his fingers) Okay. Huh?! WHAT BlOOD! As I run through the back door Coach is looking at me over the porch rail with a stream of black blood running down his nose. "How bad is it," he asks with a smile?
Apparently, when he chopped at the wood it splintered and a chunk flew up and stabbed him in the nose. Great right?
I fussed at him about how it could have gotten in his eye and how was he supposed to coach with one eye etc. etc. And you know what I heard? I actually heard the words "You were right."
I have included a picture for your enjoyment. Keep in mind I had to crop it a bit because when I took the picture outside the flash was so bright Coach was making a really crazy face. Besides, I had to disguise his face because I promised I wouldn't post the picture. (wink!)
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