I love gingerbread houses. I love the whole idea of them, from baking the gingerbread, cutting out the pieces, collecting cute candies, and making stained glass windows. I even picked up a book at the library the other day full of architect-designed gingerbread houses and the instructions to go with. Like I said, love it. Just... not with a three year old. When I began contemplating taking on the enormous task of making one, thoughts of catastrophe began entering my mind. Crumbled walls, icing gooped in places it shouldn't be, half-eaten candy. No, that sort of thing will have to wait some years. But the tradition still beckons... that's why when I passed this on the shelf at the market recently, I had to grab it. And to my delight, we had a blast constructing it.
our new tradition - he's allowed to eat off one piece of candy each day till Christmas
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