Can I have S'more of that?

The boys have this very cool nightlight in their room, courtesy of Nan & Pop. It's a stuffed turtle with a plastic shell that has hundreds of tiny star shaped holes cut out of it, and one crescent moon. When you turn it on, the shapes project onto the ceiling & walls, surrounding the room in your choice of either blue, green, or orange stars and a moon.
Before Jacob became a pro at falling asleep by himself, and before the boys began sharing a room, Jeff and I would take turns lying down with him before he slept. As we would lie in his bed together with the turtle nightlight on, Jacob and I liked to pretend we were camping outside under the night sky. Before it was time to sleep in our imaginary tent, we roasted marshmallows on sticks over our roaring campfire. And I taught Jacob what a S'more is, and how they got their name (who wouldn't want "some more" graham cracker topped with melted chocolate and marshmallow?). He was fascinated.
During this time, I was pregnant with Will. And due to the almost nightly campouts with Jacob, I began to develop an intense craving for S'mores. The real ones- well, not the fire roasted ones. Nuked in a microwave was sufficient for me.
One afternoon, I realized I happened to have all of the ingredients for my food craving. A quick zap in the microwave, and a daily (or sometimes twice daily- oh, alright, occasionally three times daily) obsession with S'mores was born.

As I was attacking a S'more with my mouth one day, Jacob waltzed into the kitchen. His eyes lit up.

"Is that a S'more??!"

Of course I had to make him one.

And so the food object of our campfire fantasy came to life.

A quick poke to make sure it was real.


And a sniff to be sure it smelled edible. Sometimes Jacob is a little too cautious when it comes to trying new foods.


And finally, the first bite to see what this S'mores fuss is all about.


Darn, you just might have to lick that chocolate right off your fingers.


His eyes meet mine as he's chewing...

Do you like it? I'm going to interpret that grin as a big ol' YES.



And even though he loved it, he couldn't finish an entire S'more (clearly an amateur). So there sat a half eaten S'more on a plate. And who should walk by and notice?

There was no smelling or poking of the S'more before the first bite was taken. Alex did not hesitate before digging in.


The S'more was begging to be pried apart, just like any sandwich Alex eats.


Let's eat these crackers one at a time and really savor them...



It's a little messy, huh? Sorry about that. Oh, you don't mind?


It seems I've created two new S'mores lovers!



And a lesson has been learned: always have S'mores ingredients in the house!