So, our gingerbread adventure had a rocky start. Miss E had a melt-down. I don't really know what caused it, but it happened. After a few minutes of contemplating her situation in her room, she rejoined us in the kitchen- that pretty much explains the first picture. Her mood improved as she consumed copious amounts of sugar. I really do think that she ate more candy than she decorated with. I even caught her sneaking some, but J is the one with the guilty look on his face! In the end, our house looks like a hot mess. Too bad I don't like gingerbread. Do you know who does? That would be Daddy. I know... shocking!
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