Just a quick note before I fill my head with thoughts of anticoagulants, antidepressants and antianginas. My husband decided to bring home a gingerbread man decorating set today. What a great idea I thought to myself and it will keep the kids busy for a bit. Very festive.
So my husband decides to make some of the gingerbread men anatomically correct, including one who he refers to as 'a dancer.' Right. It's a good thing that my husband is lacking in the creative department or my children might be scarred indefinitely. Who the hell makes offensive gingerbread men with their 3 and 5 year olds? Only my ‘keeper’ of a husband.