Gingerbread House
posted in Holidays and Festivals, OmegaDad, OmegaDotter |Later than planned, but here it is:
OmegaDad makes a sad face because he has never made a gingerbread house in his life. A deprived childhood, obviously. (We’ll leave aside the fact that OmegaMom has never made a gingerbread house, either, shall we?) Anyway, it made a fine excuse for him to insist on making a gingerbread house with the dotter.
But he didn’t get too carried away. None of this make-it-from-scratch silliness, for instance. Nope, he scoured the local grocery stores for a gingerbread house kit, which you see over to the right. It comes with walls, roof panels, icing packets, geegaws to decorate with, and a little gingerbread man to put out front. The knife doesn’t come with the kit; it is a special OmegaFamily tool for opening shrink-wrapped gingerbread house components…
Dad and dotter examine the kit and decide how to approach things:
Note the dotter’s pink T-shirt. Note the holes in it on the shoulder. Note that OmegaMom was firm in her demand that the dotter wear a sweatshirt over that old thang when she wanted to wear it to school the other day. Note that when OmegaMom picked up the dotter at after-school care, the sweatshirt had been long since pulled off, and the dotter had been rampaging around the classroom in the gnarly, holy old thing without a care in her heart.
Starting the construction:
Three walls up:
Raising the roof:
Holding down the roof (you have to get the icing to “set”):
Making the front door:
Dotter decorating with dots. This is serious work, y’know…:
The finished product!
The purple-y thing by the sidewalk is the gingerbread girl; the purple is her hair.
Of course, once the gingerbread house was completed, the dotter wanted to eat it.
What?!?! Gads, no! sayeth OmegaMom, wanting a cute little gingerbread house gracing the top of the glass-front bookcase as part of Christmas decor.
Well…yesterday, I succumbed, and told the dotter she could eat the gingerbread girl to see whether she liked it or not. Thus, if she didn’t like it, the house would be saved.
Alas, she liked it. The house still stands, but I don’t know how much longer.
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