Woohoo, 51 degrees! We decided to celebrate our bout of warm weather with a backyard hot dog roast. 
Okay...so it's not an official open campfire. And yes, if you're wondering that IS a dissected 2x4 as firewood, but we had to improvise on such short notice. This is a desert state and 51 degrees comes and goes in the blink of an eye.
It only took 5 idle minutes, 2 overactive imaginations and sharp weenie sticks for the boys to fill their time wielding swords as "knights and pirates." Luckily nobody was poked, prodded or lost an eye.
Logan: "I'm a good hot dog cooker, huh mom." Only the best, Oscar Meyer 100% beef baby....we sure do know how to party!
Silas "Look mom, I'm fiyowing (firing) da hot dogs. But I don't wike da smoke, it's stinky."
I think it was a successful roast (toast) to welcome Spring. Bring on summer, a real camp out with tents and an open fire. I can't wait!
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