For about the fifth or sixth year in a row, The Husband led and we both watched as our boys (and one of our oldest friends who luckily happened in at the right moment!), in true Lord of the Flies style
stomped the gingerbread house.
Yes, I know it's weird but it's also strangely exhilarating.
|this was about when I started screaming NOT TO EAT IT, ESPECIALLY NOW!|
|The Husband tried in vain, with gestures, to stop him from eating it.|
The picture I took of Henry, running like a crazy nut down the sidewalk, hurling gingerbread, didn't come out. I guess I am thankful for that.