She darted past her teacher to chase me down the hall yesterday morning. Pointer finger extended, telling me to wait: she had something important to tell me.
Mom! Houses!
Hmm?
Gingerman houses!
Umm...
Let's make gingerman houses tonight!
So when we got home last night, I found some ice cream cones, a can of frosting, the Halloween candy we can't seem to get rid of, some pretzel sticks, and a few Pepperidge Farm gingerbread men for good measure.
We made a mess, ate tons of sugar, and had the most wonderful time.
We made a Gingerman House.