When my daughter was a year old, we received a wax ‘gingerbread’ figure as an ornament. It was laced with the scent of gingerbread. She would crawl to the tree and gaze longingly up at it.
At two, as a toddler who ran everywhere, she got to it and nibbled off the hands and feet. At three, during her ‘terribles’, she broke off and ate the arms and legs. At four, she pulled the entire tree over trying to get at what little remained of it. We quietly threw it away. At five, and since, we never have had the courage to put out any sort of gingerbread.
At 35, her son came home from school to find his mother sitting in the middle of the living room floor in the wreckage of his (real) gingerbread house.
jagedlo almost 4 years ago
Pleasant dreams, Pasquale!
1953Baby almost 4 years ago
Haven’t had gingerbread in ages. . .
rshive almost 4 years ago
How many mayors get to eat their own towns?
raybarb44 almost 4 years ago
Smells like a good way to wake up….
SrTechWriter almost 4 years ago
When my daughter was a year old, we received a wax ‘gingerbread’ figure as an ornament. It was laced with the scent of gingerbread. She would crawl to the tree and gaze longingly up at it.
At two, as a toddler who ran everywhere, she got to it and nibbled off the hands and feet. At three, during her ‘terribles’, she broke off and ate the arms and legs. At four, she pulled the entire tree over trying to get at what little remained of it. We quietly threw it away. At five, and since, we never have had the courage to put out any sort of gingerbread.
At 35, her son came home from school to find his mother sitting in the middle of the living room floor in the wreckage of his (real) gingerbread house.
She’s 40 now. :^D
Thorby almost 4 years ago
Yummy… (but they give me “gas”)…