Even though I've been sick, and even though the Man-cub can't eat many baked goods because of his food allergies, I didn't see any reason why we couldn't make a gingerbread house this year.
It was a gingerbread train.
Things were going well until I took all the pieces out of the box. Then I told little Buggy he couldn't eat the gingerbread.
See the cute little bites taken out of the cookies?
I couldn't really keep him from tasting, though.
I did a lousy job piping the frosting on the cookie pieces, and now I am certain that the people who do this for a living either have better tools, or they make robots do it. And maybe they use some rubber cement.
I told the Man-cub and Junebug they were free to decorate the train however they wanted.
And that led to the train falling over. Several times.
I had to keep reminding myself this was the kids' project and not mine, and to just let go. I did. And so did the gingerbread train.
It's perfectly imperfect. And I love that. So it's going to be the centerpiece on the table at Christmas dinner when family comes over.