You always know it is the end of summer when we have the annual FHE beach party. Last year I brought sandwiches and the kids felt jipped that we couldn't roast our dinner over the fire so this year I cam prepared. I brought hot dogs and stuff for smores. I don't think there is anything tastier at the beach than a freshly cooked hot dog and hot and gooey smores. The kids had a blast, at a ton and got sand in every possible crevice - the true sign of a great beach trip.
I think the boys were having a contest to see who could eat the most smores. I am pretty sure that Kaden has a bottomless pit for a stomach.
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