After much pleading from Sweet Son #1, I purchased one of those pre-baked Gingerbread House Kits. We’d done one a couple of years ago and I felt since he was older, it would be easier.
I suppose it could be because I’m older too. Or maybe it’s just the stress of the holiday season, but somewhere along the way, I apparently forgot that I have a second son. One who is at the age where he must participate in EVERYTHING that his big brother does.
I do, however, have photographic evidence (albeit with the wrong dates on the pics…a situation I’ve FINALLY figured out how to remedy) that they BOTH contributed to this project.
And further evidence that at least one of them (who shall remain nameless) ate more than his share of royal icing.
But when all was said and done, we had a Gingerbread House that would’ve made Hansel drool.
And one very happy big brother.
And one less bottle of Riesling in my fridge…