Tonight we grilled some burgers and corn so s'mores naturally followed. Jane wouldn't eat her hamburger so after eating a smore in front of her I told her I was going to go on the balcony, roast some marshmallows for her and if she didn't eat all her hamburger (it was like a 1/3 of a burger) by the time I came back in I would eat her s'more. It worked. When I walked in Brandt was cracking up because as soon as she heard the door open she shoved the meat into her mouth so it would be gone when I came in.
Although, after it started to get all gooey and fell apart she decided she didn't like it so I gave her an unroasted marshmallow or "smashow" and an unmelted chocolate bar and she was a happy camper. After she was all done she walked up to me and said, "Ugh! Mom! Now I have all this goo in my beautiful hair!" Oh, the torture I do to my children.