Confession: this might be the laziest blog post in the 8 month history of Mommy Despot…blame it on the dog days of summer. While s’mores aren’t exactly molecular gastronomy–really a one-handed monkey (or tired/frazzled mom) can make ‘em in a snap–they remain a classic summer treat and an ageless crowd favorite. Here in NYC, we can’t go setting Central Park ablaze in crackling campfires… and pyro-parenting has a distinctive Child Protective Services ring to it, I’ll stick to the top shelf of my oven broiler. Pull out a play tent, some small flash lights, a toy compass and dust off the ‘ol scary ghost stories from your frontal lobes…and BOOM! There you have it: an awesome play date where the only thing fired up is their imaginations. Eat up, happy campers!