Retreat

We were going to have dinner by the campfire last night.  The kids were excited.  I had a great campfire dinner packed in a box.  Luke started the fire.

 Then Annabel started to whimper.  Then moan.  Then wail.  All out, full-blown unhappiness.  My reaction was something along the lines of, "Hey, what can possibly be wrong?  I am being fun momma!"

Then I looked at the temperature.  Apparently, Annabel does not dig 35 degrees.  So, we bailed.  We had our cook out dinner inside, and you know what?  We still had fun.  Who doesn't love hot chocolate with dinner?
 

And the fire pit will wait until we get accustomed to the cold.  Maybe next time we will cut a bit more wood.  And have a little more hot chocolate.