The End

We made a gingerbread house while the Boys were here. It featured two houses, four little gingerbread people, and a Christmas tree. Iain insisted that there be a "girl house" and a "boy house." Gingerbread people admire the Shakers, apparently.

My lady ginger people sported candy pearls. Their house had a fully-decorated roof, too.

Iain, on the other hand, decorated his gingerdudes with M&Ms and Skittles, made his snowman into a cyclops, and gave his house a minimalist roof and a candycane mustache.

From above you can see that the two houses have a peppermint walkway to link them. Like you would. And a nice jellybelly border in case you want to stray into the garden. Also, on either side of the entrance there are rounded flower patches. The front of the property is fenced with gumballs and candy canes. The photos don't show it (human error) but there are snowdrifts of marshmallows along the back of the houses, too.

[And a jam jar inside the girls' house because Mommy can't remember to take out the supports before she puts on the roof.]

Next: when kindergartners attack.

Iain grabbed the meat tenderizer Miriam gave us (first used in gingerbread demolition last year) and went to town.

Bam! Bye-bye, boys' house.

He really enjoyed breaking it into small pieces.

And then it was all over. I remembered, too late, the fact that picking candy bits out of the wet, cold, wintery grass is a pain in the butt.

Goodbye, pretty gingerbread house. See you again next year.