The other day Sam and I were having a conversation about the biblical account of Jacob and Esau that went something like this:
Me: "So, Jacob tricked his brother. And Esau was very angry at him. Jacob was scared that Esau would try to hurt him, so he went into the desert. That night he camped in the desert and...
Sam: ...after he was done roasting marshmallows, he laid down and dreamed about angels!
Of course...because camping just isn't camping without marshmallows!