Gage was gifted a marshmallow shooter for his birthday, which we let him open early. So on the eve of his 5th Birthday the following scene happened. I'd also like to point out that after I shot this footage, the children went to bed and I spent 2 hours putting crap away, and cleaning thankyouverymuch.
Behold, the marshmallow hunters:
That's right, friends. They were more excited about eating the marshmallows than anything else. A product of their mother.
So next time you find yourself in our neighborhood, pop over with a bag of mini marshmallows. Pants, optional.