Passed Out on Gummies

It was bedtime at the campsite we were sharing with four families when the kids formed a conga line, one hand clutching a s'more, the other on the tiny shoulder of the person in front of them. The other families had camped together before; ours hadn't. "Gummy, gummy, gummy!" the kids began to chant. Apparently, it was melatonin o'clock.