Marshmallow fight

Back in December I read a magazine article about a woman whose favorite Christmas tradition was having marshmallow fights on Christmas Eve. So, I went out and bought 4 bags of marshmallows, put them in the cupboard and decided it would be our new favorite tradition too. Then I forgot about them...until last night. Grant spotted them and asked if we could have a marshmallow fight. So, we divided up our ammo and started throwing. It was fun until Jim decided he was in 8th grade dodgeball and I was his enemy. :) Really, though, it was a lot of fun and a lot of laughs. Kate kept asking if she could eat them. We told her no bc they were dirty. But, whenever we'd turn our heads she'd sneak one in. The chipmunk cheeks gave it a way a little bit.