Not long ago, The Rock Star asked if we could roast marshmallows. Since there was no camping trip in our near future, we don't have any kind of outdoor fire ring and our fireplace is gas, we were kind of limited. But Daddy had an answer.
Turned out, we only had mini marshmallows.
It worked out okay. Except for every fifth second when The Rock Star lit his marshmallow on fire and then swung it around in his dad's face yelling, "Daddy! Help! Daddy! AH!"
We also happened to have tiny graham cracker cookies. And the minis'more was born.