|What boys are for|
It was time. Every year, The Husband and The Brothers make a fantastic, beautiful gingerbread house and every year, when the Christmas decorations are down and stored away in the attic, when the house looks serene and organized and uncluttered, relative to its Christmas curio shop look of the previous weeks, the gingerbread house is put outside on the grass and stomped to bits.
Yes, you read that correctly. Stomped to bits in an ancient boy rite. Here are some from past years: 2008, 2009, and 2010. This year, The Brothers added a broken lacrosse stick and baseballs as the instruments of destruction, which made me very uncomfortable, but what's a woman to do in the face of so much male energy?
I took a video for your enjoyment: