Fire Pit

In our backyard, there is a hole in the grass from an old tree that was taken out long ago. 
It apparently got Cole’s mind turning that it needed to become a fire pit.

He and Seth dug out all the weeds and grass.  Then they lined it with rocks.  After that, they covered the rocks in sand.  The fire pit was complete!

The only thing missing was wood, and that is in short supply here in the desert.  They foraged through the neighborhood and the park—nothing.  So they made due with what the did find:  a few  twigs, lots of pinecones, weeds and the leftover dinner trash from In N Out. 

I honestly can tell you that Cole enjoyed lighting the fire just as much as building the fire pit—maybe more so.  He’s at that age where boys are obsessed with fire.  I’m not sure why that is a phase for boys, but it just is. 

They wanted to tell Campfire Stories, but didn’t know any.  Luke came up with one, and this is what I translated for everyone from his speech impaired gibberish:  “Once, there was a witch, and she had a poop butt.  The end!”  I told the story of “The Claw”.  I need a new one, and it would have worked better if it had been dark.

They all really, really wanted to roast marshmallows, but all I had were the tiny marshmallows.  Didn’t stop them!  They roasted them and Brooke and Luke mostly just ate them straight from the bag.  They didn’t have much time to roast them, since that fire burned for about 10 minutes, tops.  But they had a great time, and consumed plenty of marshmallows, both burnt and plain.

I told them the only way to really put out a campfire, was to pee on it—Sugar was not included in this bit.  Luke didn’t want to try, but Cole and Seth were all over that idea.  They took great pride in aiming for certain coals and getting …every….single….coal…..soaking wet.  What’s not to love about backyard campfires?