by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
Sometimes, being impromptu can bring the most delight. Last night we had a campfire. We were all outside, I had just finished my workout and was weeding, D was finishing up on Cy’s playgroup (pics of the latest addition to come!), when Cylas blurted out, “let’s have a campfire!” And we did.
Our neighbor, who had stopped by earlier with her children, offered to get hotdogs for all the kids to roast. D went, whittled out several sticks and we were in business. Hotdogs for everyone. They didn’t even care that it was slapped into a regular piece of bread.
Our campfire was short and sweet, totally impromptu, but oodles of memories and happy giggles to go around.