Kids Say the Strangest Things

So tonight we went out after Shabbat to a Camp Ramah event.

As an aside, if you want your child(ren) to truly absorb your hashkafah in things, find a camp that promotes your ideals.  Have them live this day and night for a month, and you won't believe the impact.
Preaching aside, we left shortly after Shabbat, and so missed dinner.  With Shabbat ending so early, seudah shlishit is more of a snack than a meal.  We generally eat Saturday night.  There was food (this was a Jewish event after all), but it was nosherei- carrots, oranges, hummus, and smores.  (What's camp without smores?)  So, we returned home with some of us hungry.

Since only some of us were hungry, I expect a lot of smores were consumed.  (Well that and the fact that Gavi's shirt was covered in marshmallow, as was Keren's face.)

Sean and I ate a relatively healthy snack since it was so late.  Jesse, however, opened a drawer in the kitchen, and pulled out a pot.  When I asked him what he was doing he replied, "Hungry; must bask in ability to cook."

Kids say the strangest things.