It's just about time for bed, the boys have their pj's on, and they are asking for a treat before bed assuring me that they have been good boys today and deserve one. So, I push in the knob on the stove and twist it using minimal muscle strength, whip out the marshmallows and kabob sticks and "walla" roasty toasty marshmallows coming our way. The boys couldn't be happier and I didn't have to burn out my muscles (which were already drained from a long day) chopping wood.
