At the kids’ insistence, and riding high on last year’s gingerbread house experience, longtime friend and partner in crime Angela offered to host a second gingerbread house activity in the hopes of cementing a yearly tradition. The kids were in near-frenzy levels of excitement and could hardly wait for the icing to be piped from the bag. They then enjoyed ten minute of pure decorating and candy-eating bliss before turning to each other, talking quietly, and announcing, “I’m sorry, but we have to go play now.” The spent the rest of the night dressed as superheroes and playing by themselves. Last year this was a 45 minute activity at least. Maybe an hour, even. They decorated the shit out of that house and used up every bit of uneaten candy in the process. Angela and I, although stunned, took it upon ourselves to finish the decorating ourselves, and when we were done the kids came back and plucked candy off the finished house and popped it into their mouths.
Gingerbread house decorating may have only lasted ten minutes this year, but it was a good ten minutes.