we roasted some hot dogs and s'mores in our backyard the other week- Luke's first. Not his first hot dog, of course, but s'more. Verdict- he hated it. He doesn't like getting his hands sticky, funny boy. So he ate the mallows (cookies!) and the graham crackers (cookies!) and chocolate (cookies!) separate. And scarfed two hot dogs. And little Elsie? She fell asleep listening to the soothing sounds of the fire crackling, birds chirping, and her brother cheering. I mean, wouldn't you?