my fashion designer at it again… but when do I tell her that’s not how you spell peace? the prospect of this blue-haired fashionista walking around in a shirt that says “peas” kills me every time I think about it. just. too. funny.
“camping”. she was using the wood chips to make ‘campfires’. then we took marshmallows (leaves with long stems) and roasted them over the campfire. then we made s’mores out of them (sandwich the leaf between two large, flat-ish wood chips and pull off the stem), and pretended to eat them.
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