Let the dog in!

My brilliant idea this Christmas was to make a gingerbread house with my daughter and my mother. Costco had these cute little kits, everything included, so I ditched the idea of buying molds and actually baking the walls and roof. Of course, if DH were in charge of this idea, he would be buying a ginger growing window box, a special peeler and chopper for the ginger once its grown, and cast iron to heat up, pour and mold into the shape of a Tudor mansion or maybe just Bill Gates’ house. So sue me, I take shortcuts. This kit was probably made in China, too.

Anyway, the Kid licked it, I mean loved it, especially the mortar, or icing. She also had to sample all the candy, so our house was a little less decorated than the picture on the box. It turned out cute. Kid counted the hours until she was permitted to rip it apart and eat it. Little did she realize, Becca had another plan in mind….

Here’s what Becca didn’t eat (did our return from the park interrupt her?) —

Kid yells, “Becca, bad dog!!” Fortunately, she does not cry.

Kind of reminds me of the news footage of Oklahoma in the summertime, after another twister hits the mobile home park. Two more homeless gingerbread men.

Oh, well, at least I can still get the licorice gumdrops for myself.

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