By JO ABI
It was one of the cutest moments I’ve ever witnessed.
It was winter and my 76-year-old father had built himself a small fire in his backyard to warm his hands. He couldn’t light the fireplace inside the house because my mother had a respiratory condition that was irritated by the smoke.
So my dad, the problem-solver, built himself a little fire, sat down on a milk crate and warmed himself up.
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The first time my three children saw what he was doing they were fascinated. They sat down and held their hands up near the fire, firing a million questions at him
Then Philip, 9, suggested we roast some marshmallows.
It was 8.15 am but I thought, “Why not?” I bought marshmallows, skewers and we sat down to start roasting.
My dad had never roasted a marshmallow in a fire in his life. He’d thrown in potatoes wrapped in foil and the occasional sausage, but never marshmallows.
His first attempt was a complete failure. He held the skewer in the middle of the flames, the marshmallow caught on fire, melted and fell off.
The kids thought it was hilarious, because Nonno was good at everything. They were delighted to see him do something badly.
Top Comments
How did her 9 year old know how to toast marshmallows if they never go camping? He must be some kinda crazy genius!
It is certainly lovely to see grandparents and kids bonding. My dad is so proud of my boys and says things about them he would have never said about us as his kids!