Gingerly

Gingerbread houses. The one thing the Grinch liked least of all.  

Notes about this year:

1.  It was late and we were tired and it was a Friday.  The perfect storm.

2.  They had been driving me crazy about it all week.  All week.  

3.  We are wearing our pajamas because it was time to go to bed.

4.  Jed is strong.

5.  My kids have sugar problems

Now on to the story...

So I accidentally bought the house that wasn't pre-assembled, this normally saves me a lot of cussing and bad feelings.   I was dutifully royal icing away when I ran into a little problem, the roof kept sliding off.  Jed is called in to hold things into place while I frost.  Jed picks up the house in his giant paws and applies pressure crushing the ginger shack into bits and pieces.  Time freezes.  All eyes widen and mouths drop.  All eyes turn to me.  I have one moment to decide what to do.  I stop, pause, put a hand to my face and...laugh.  Normal laugh not the scary, cynical, death laugh.  The look on Jed's face of sheer fright was enough to put me into fits of laughter.  Out comes the glue gun and away we go, we don't eat the damn thing anyway.  Well I don't.  Besides hot glue is probably better for your teeth than hardened, royal icing anyway.

What consuming copious amounts of sugar will do to little people late at night.  

God rest ye merry gentlemen.