A’Dell and her class made Gingerbread men at school this week, and she brought home a few Gingerbread body parts in a little baggie. She held it up to me, and said “Hey mom, I’ll eat the head, and you can eat the arm.”
Looking at the icing fingerprint on the Gingerbread man’s arm and imagining all of the sneezing and coughing that must go on in an elementary classroom, I politely replied: “It’s okay, you can eat the arm too.”
But she quickly looked up at me so sweetly and said, “Mom, I saved the leg just for you,” so down it went. It tasted very yummy, but hope I don’t get any too bad gingerbread 2nd grade germs from it.
Merry Christmas! And enjoy your Gingerbread arms or legs or whatever your kiddos bring you!