S'more please!

Last night Lex had her first ever s'more. We got out the s'more maker after dinner and I told her we were making a yummy special treat. She was overjoyed as soon as she heard it involved chocolate. She watched in awe as I roasted a marshmallow up for her, and got a kick out of every time I lit the marshmallow on fire (what can I say, I have little patience when it comes to gooey melty chocolate and marshmallows. In fact, I think 'roasting' is an inaccurate description. More like charbroiled). Anywho, when the marshmallow was sufficiently burnt to a toasty crisp roasted, I plopped it onto the chocolate covered graham cracker, topped it with the graham, smooshed the whole thing together and VOILA! "Here's your s'more Lexi!" I said, handing it over, ignoring the fact that the 5 foot radius around and including her would soon be a sticky, chocolatey crumb mess. "More please! Thank you!" She responded. Excellent manners she has! She thought I was saying 'some more'. It only took one bite and she was in heaven. And, as you can see in the picture above, most of the mess was contained to her face!