The Big Fella really nails it some times. Anzac Day I suggested we drive up the mountain near us to the secret fire pit and have a small marshmallow roasting. He avoided eye contact. Later I heard shovelling and thought he must be burying the missing chook. Turns out she was okay but just had a couple of days away. We don't know where. We may rename her Agatha Christie. Anyhoo he was not burying a chook but, rather, digging a flat fire pit for our brazier. He likes his fires a bit spectacular.
They lined up in front of it like military moths to a flame. Watching fire is almost as calming to kids as watching ABC 3 but with less drool. It is almost as calming to me as watching the chooks (when they are in) or the sea (when I can drive).
It is less calming when they dive forward in fivesome unison to roast/char/toast their mallows. We've had such a nice long break from the Royal Children's Hospital.
In reality it was completely delightful and pleasant and easy.
There was much inspection and comparison and advising of mallow toasting technique....
but it was really all about..... the Fire!
Do you ever get all pyro in your garden? Do you? You know you want to!
